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Meet the Strokers

By: Seanathon



When I was young I never knew what the word 'incest' meant, until I found a Beeline Double Novel hidden behind my older brother's dresser. The Beeline novels weren't literature, weren't erotica, and were probably so far over the line that they couldn't even be considered sleaze -- they were smut. Pure, unadulterated smut written by such noted authors as Eileen Over, Dick N. Ballz and Neil Forit.

Meet the Strokers is an homage to those dirty books from the Seventies, so readers hoping for a realistic romance should probably hit the back button.

If you are looking for smut, read on. But in case you've forgotten which category you're in, be forewarned that this fictional story of the Stroker family, told through a series of flashbacks, may contain some graphic depictions of sex and, possibly, incest.

And finally, if you like this story, please make sure to vote and/or comment, and let me know if you'd be interested in reading about the further adventures of the Strokers.

*All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are eighteen years of age or older*

Jack Stroker tilted his head back and moaned. His suit jacket was on the floor beside him, his tie was thrown back over his shoulder and his pants were around his ankles. And between his legs, a blonde teen in a schoolgirl outfit was bobbing up and down on his cock.

Her wet lips worked halfway down his shaft before sliding up and down again. Placing his hand behind her head, he gently tried to force her down even further, trying to get more of his thick pole into her mouth.

She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, and gasped for air as she pulled back from his spit-covered shaft. "It's too big, Daddy."

Shelby Stroker pumped her fist up and down her father's thick prick, feeling it throb between her fingers. She glanced up at his face, and when she saw the look in his eyes she smiled shyly.

"It's okay, babe," he said, as he guided her mouth back onto his cock. "You're doing fine."

As she twirled her tongue around his big knob and slid her lips back down his shaft, he gently combed his fingers through her long, honey blonde hair.

Shelby dipped her fingers under her short schoolgirl skirt; her pussy was so wet from sucking her dad's stiff pole. She teased her tiny clit as she sucked him even faster, wanting him to come, but he surprised her when he suddenly pulled his prick out from between her cock-hungry lips.

She wiped her wet mouth with the back of her hand as he hooked his hands under her armpits and lifted her onto his desk. They were alone together in his home office, and she leaned back onto her elbows as he spread her thighs, revealing her bare pussy.

He smiled down at her when he saw she didn't have any panties on beneath her school uniform, and shuffled between her legs, his pants still wrapped around his ankles.

Shelby gently bit her lower lip as she saw his throbbing erection aimed like a heat-seeking missile at her tiny hole. "Is it going to hurt, Daddy?"

"No, babe," he said, as he rubbed the head of his cock against her swollen pussy lips and saw how wet she was. "It's going to feel great."

She tensed, clutching at the edge of the oak desk as his big knob pressed against her opening.

As he was about to penetrate her, he cocked his ear toward the driveway and said, "Did you hear a car?"

Shelby hadn't heard anything other than the thumping of her heart, as she got ready for her daddy to fuck her. "I don't think so. Why, is Mom home?"

"No, it's fine. We just have to be fast." He lined up his cock against his daughter's tight hole, and was just about to try and shove it inside when they heard footsteps from the hallway.

The two of them looked at the doorway just as Donna Stroker walked through it.

Her jaw dropped when she saw her husband, pants around his ankles, getting ready to fuck their teenaged daughter on his desk.

"Oh my god! What the hell do you think you're doing?!" she cried.

Her husband fumbled for his pants, trying to pull them up. "It's not what it looks like, honey, honest!"

Donna crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow. "It's exactly what it looks like -- you're trying to screw Shelby. I told you that you weren't allowed to fuck her until tomorrow, but you just couldn't wait." 

While her husband sheepishly tried to tuck his throbbing erection back into his pants, Donna noticed her daughter trying to tiptoe behind her toward the door.

"And where do you think you're going, Little Miss Cock Tease?"

"Umm...to change?" Shelby said.

"I should hope so, I'm surprised that old school uniform even fits you anymore. You've had it since you were sixteen, and that was over two years ago."

Shelby looked down at her uniform. "It still fits me perfectly."

"Not here," Donna said, as she gently cupped one of her daughter's large, firm breasts, which were straining against her white, two-sizes-too-small schoolgirl shirt.

"I'm surprised you were even able to button it up, with how big your boobs have gotten." She spun her daughter around and looked at the back of her uniform. "And your skirt is so small it barely covers your ass. Where are your panties?"

Before her daughter could answer, Donna pushed her up against the desk. As Shelby leaned over it, she lifted her skirt, exposing her perfect, round bum. Running her hand across the smooth cheeks of her ass, Donna dipped two fingers between her daughter's legs.

"You're really wet," she said, sounding surprised.

"Uh huh," Shelby moaned, as her mom teasingly rubbed her swollen pussy lips. "I was sucking on Daddy...that's what got me going."

"Well, I'm glad the two of you were having fun," Donna said, as she smacked Shelby's bare bottom and pulled her skirt back down. "But we've planned too long and too hard for tonight, and we can't afford to blow it now by having your father shoot his load too early. The two of you will have plenty of time to fuck tomorrow, but for now we need to focus on getting ready for dinner with your boyfriend, Greg."

Shelby glanced back at her father, who couldn't take his eyes off her ass, and smiled as she went to her room to change.

He also went to leave, but his wife grabbed his arm.

"You couldn't wait just one more day? You had to try to stick it in her now?"

"I couldn't help myself," he said. "When she came in my office to show me her old school uniform, and sat on my lap...I'm sorry, honey."

"Well, good, you should be. You know how important tonight is for her, and it isn't going to help if you can't play your part. For tonight to be a success, we're going to need this big boy in perfect working order," she said, and squeezed his still stiff cock through his pants.

"I would've been fine," he said. "Even if I had come, my cock would have been hard as a rock again by dessert."

Donna laughed. "In your dreams. You're not nineteen any more, and I saw how hard you came the last time Shelby sucked you off. You would've been out of commission until lunchtime tomorrow."

She picked his jacket up off the floor, shaking her head at him as she brushed dust from the sleeve. "Go take a shower," she said, "a cold one. And stay out of our daughter's bedroom!"

As he headed down the hallway, Donna returned to the kitchen. The bags of groceries she'd bought for dinner were still on the counter where she'd left them after hearing her husband's moans coming from his office.

She was putting the food away when she pulled out the bottle of red wine she'd bought to have with dinner. She knew Shelby and her boyfriend, Greg, were only eighteen, and wondered if she was a bad mother for letting them drink when they were still underage. But, knowing a little alcohol would suit her purpose, she forgave herself and put the bottle on the side table.

She heard her husband singing in the shower as she walked down the hallway, and as she reached her bedroom she figured she better get changed.

She stripped naked, neatly folded her clothes and left them on top of the dresser beside the television. Walking in front of the mirror, she stopped to admire her body.

Brushing her long, auburn hair back over her shoulder, she swiveled from side to side as she checked herself out in the mirror. Her ass wasn't as firm as when she was Shelby's age, but it was still nice and round, and her breasts, though not as high as they once were, still drew a lot of appreciative glances when she went to the mall. Even though she'd gained nearly twenty pounds over the last twenty years, she thought they only made her look curvier. 

And as she looked at herself in the mirror, Donna realized why her husband wanted to fuck their daughter so badly; Shelby's body was exactly like hers when she was eighteen.

* * *

Donna remembered the night she had fallen in love with Jack. She was eighteen and had been getting fucked hard in her bedroom -- but not by him.

They had both grown up in the same neighborhood and had even graduated from the same high school. But though they knew each other's names, they had never said a word to one another, not even hello.

The night that fate brought them together, Jack was on his way home half-drunk from a friend's place when he walked past Donna's house.

He knew that she lived there with her mom, and Jack had heard stories about Donna's mom. One friend claimed to have knocked on her door one time, offering to mow her lawn for twenty dollars.

She took him up on his offer, and after he was finished she gave him his money and a nice tip -- a blowjob on the back porch. Even though no one believed the story, saying it sounded too good to be true, Jack decided he had to see for himself what this supposedly cock-crazed cougar looked like.

He ducked into the yard and made for the shadows of the trees, hoping that no one had seen him. Figuring Donna's mom's bedroom window would be in the back of the house, he snuck along the side, hopped a five-foot tall fence and dropped into the backyard. 

Jack crept out toward the back lawn, but quickly ducked down and flattened himself against the back of the house when the motion detector flooded the yard with light. Once it went off, he inched along the back wall, cautious not to set off the sensor again, and peeked in the first window he came to.

As soon as he looked through the curtain he realized it wasn't her mom's bedroom, it was Donna's. And she was lying on her back on the bed, completely naked, with a man twice her age pounding his cock in and out of her pussy.

At first Jack thought it might be her dad, but then he remembered that Donna's mom was a widow, which was why his friend had offered to mow her lawn.

Pressing his eye to the window, Jack peeked between the slightly parted curtains, listening to Donna's enthusiastic moans.

This wasn't the first time he'd peeked through a bedroom window, and wasn't the first time he'd watched others fuck. It was, however, the first time he'd known the person getting fucked.

He watched as the man made Donna get on all fours and started banging her from behind, and Jack did what he always did when he went peeping and found something like this -- he started undoing his pants.

Pushing down the front of his boxers, he pulled his stiff cock out and started to stroke it as he watched Donna get fucked. He wished that her bed faced another direction, as all he could really see was the man's ass as he hammered her. While trying to see if there was a mirror in the bedroom, hoping to see the reflection of her bouncing tits or the look on her face as she got fucked, he heard a footstep behind him.

He turned and saw a middle-aged woman aiming a baseball bat right at his head.

"Oh, fuck," Jack said, and threw his arm up to protect himself. 

"Who are you?" the woman hissed. "What are you doing back here?"

"I'm a -- I'm a friend of Donna's," he lied, as he tried to sneak his stiff cock back into his pants.

When she saw what he was doing, and spotted his erection, she said, "You were peeping!" Pressing the bat against his chest to make sure he didn't try to run, she pulled his hand away from his prick.

Jack backed into the wall, his heart pounding as the woman stepped close to him and kept the bat pressed against him. She was more than twice his age, and he assumed she was Donna's mom.

He flinched as she reached for his genitals, but sighed in relief when she stroked her cool hand back and forth on his warm shaft.

"Mmm, you must have been watching them for a while," she said, "you're really stiff."

Jack swallowed; he wasn't sure what he was supposed to say. He'd assumed that she'd already called the police, now he wasn't so sure.

"How old are you?" she whispered.

"Eigh -- eighteen."

"You've got a really big dick for being only eighteen."

"Umm...thank you?"

Bending at the waist, she leaned down and took his swollen cock into her mouth.

Jack leaned back against the wall, paralyzed with fear as she sucked him off. His greatest fear being that he'd say or do something to cause her to stop sucking.

As she bobbed up and down on his cock, moaning with approval as his shaft grew thicker in her mouth, Jack carefully turned his head and peeked in the window.

The man was on his back as Donna straddled him -- now facing the window -- her head tilted back in bliss as she rode his long cock. Jack had a perfect view of her big, beautiful breasts as they bounced up and down while she got fucked.

He glanced down at the wet-mouthed MILF, on her knees now as she lustily sucked his thick pole, and he knew the story was true; this had to be the woman who handed out blowjobs on her back porch to eighteen-year-old boys like she was offering them a glass of lemonade.

"You're -- you're Donna's mom, right?" As soon as Jack said it, he realized he'd just made his greatest fear come true. 

Gasping for air as she popped his throbbing cock out of her mouth, the woman said, "I thought you were one of Donna's friends?"

"I -- I am," he said.

"Then why would you think that I was her mom?"

Dragging him by his hand, as he struggled to pull his pants up while his boner bounced in front of him, she took him through the basement door and into the house. Once inside they made a quick right turn and, as she pushed open a door, walked into Donna's bedroom.

When she saw Jack she cried out in embarrassment, hopping off the man and scrambling beneath the blankets to hide her naked body. Her partner wasn't nearly as modest.

With his slick cock standing up like a flagpole, he propped himself up on his elbows and said, "What's going on, Nancy?"

"I found this kid peeping at the two of you outside."

Donna's eyes went wide with shock. "You were watching me through my bedroom window?"

Jack, who'd fortunately fumbled his prick back into his pants before entering the room, swallowed nervously, too embarrassed to speak.

"Yeah, he was watching the two of you, and that's not all he was doing. He said he's a friend of yours. Do you know him?"

"Sort of," Donna said. "He's Johnny Stroker."

Jack's face burned red as the man on the bed laughed at the name. He'd always hated being called Johnny. It was a boy's name, not a man's, and it made him sound as if he spent the day beating off in the school washroom. He was just glad his parents hadn't called him Dick.

"My name's Jack," he said. "That's what everyone calls me now."

The woman raised an eyebrow and glanced down at his bulge. "Well, your first name might have changed, but you're obviously still a Stroker." 

The man on the bed, seeing Jack burning with embarrassment, stopped laughing and said, "So why'd you bring him in here, Nancy? Were you hoping he'd be your playmate while I'm with Donna?"

Nancy stepped close to Jack and leaned her body against him. She put her lips near his ear and he breathed in her fragrance, as she whispered, "Do you want to play with me, Jack?"

"Uh huh," he moaned, as her hand slipped between the two of them, rubbing his stiff cock through his pants.

The man turned to Donna, and said, "Do you mind if they join us, honey? Or do you want them to use your mom's bedroom?"

She saw Jack's eyes, watching her over Nancy's shoulder, and slowly nodded her head in consent. "They can join us."

The man grabbed Donna and her blanket fell away as he pulled her back onto his lap. As she reached between her legs and stroked his cock hard, she glanced at Jack, wondering if she'd made the right decision. But as she lined the man's stiff shaft up with her glistening pussy and lowered herself onto it, all of her doubts melted away. 

Nancy, suddenly self-conscious of her age, turned the bedroom light off while she undressed. But Jack could still see Donna's perfect breasts, illuminated by the light from the hallway, bouncing as she rode her partner's pole. 

Nancy was naked now and lifted Jack's shirt over his head, letting her hands slide across his youthful chest before helping him take his pants off. When they were both undressed, she led him to the bed.

The man rolled Donna onto her back on the far side, giving Nancy and Jack some room, without pulling his cock out or missing a stroke.

As he pounded away on her tight teen pussy, he was watching Nancy and she was watching Jack.

"Do you want me to suck you some more?" Nancy said, as Jack moved on top of her.

He shook his head no; he didn't think he could get any harder. Rubbing his cock between her legs, he was amazed at how wet Nancy was. With the tiniest thrust he slid inside, and she moaned as she pulled him tightly against her.

Jack felt her breasts press against him as he rocked his hips, stroking his shaft in and out of her pussy.

And she turned her head as the man leaned over, while still fucking Donna, and kissed her.

Jack glanced over at Donna, who was hanging onto the man's shoulders as he pounded her, and, even though her face was lost in the shadows of the bedroom, was sure she was watching him.

Nancy released her hold on Jack as he pushed himself up so he was balanced on his hands and knees, and she gasped as he started to fuck her in earnest.

Her tits were bouncing crazily as Jack slammed his cock in and out of her, and she grabbed them to hold them still, hanging on as he pushed her toward the edge.

Beside them, the man picked up his pace, matching Jack's rhythm, and the headboard hammered against the bedroom wall as they fucked the two women in unison.

The man broke first, nodding at Donna as he groaned, "I'm gonna come, darling."

As he popped his twitching cock out of her soaked pussy, Nancy quickly reached over and jerked him off until he shot a puddle of cum onto Donna's stomach.

Jack's mouth was open in a silent moan as he fucked Nancy harder and faster, the bed squeaking beneath them as he drove her into the mattress. Finally, he also moaned, "I'm gonna come."

And Nancy cried out, "So am I," and clawed at his back as he drove her over the edge.

Not sure if he was supposed to come inside her or not, Jack followed the man's lead and pulled his cock out. But before he could jerk himself off, Donna reached over and wrapped her cool hand around his throbbing shaft, stroking him as he fired cum all over Nancy's tits.

Jack felt dizzy, and had to put his hand on the headboard to balance himself as Donna kept milking his cock. The other two didn't say a word; they just smiled at each other as they watched her lovingly stroke Jack's thick shaft. 

When she finally, reluctantly, released him, the man said, "Wow, that's a lot of cum. Looks like you found a keeper, darling."

"Mmhmm," Nancy said. "The funniest part is, when I found him outside, he thought I was Donna's mom."

"No way. That's hilarious." Nodding at Jack, the man said, "I guess since you just fucked my wife, it's a little late for introductions. But I'm Donna's Uncle Alex, and this is her Aunt Nancy. It's nice to meet you, Jack."


Meet the Strokers



Jack just stared, stunned at the admission; he glanced at Donna, and when he saw the mortified look on her face he knew it was true. Hurriedly grabbing his pants and pulling them on, he said, "Umm...thanks, I gotta go." Before they could stop him, he grabbed his shirt and shoes and ran out the back door.

"Oh my god," Donna said, as the back door slammed shut. "Why did you tell him who you were?"

Alex and Nancy had always been her favorite aunt and uncle, and her fondness for them had only grown greater when, on her eighteenth birthday, the three of them had dressed up and went to the most elegant restaurant in town. When the meal was finished, they surprised her by taking her back to their hotel room and having her for dessert. 

When the magical ménage a trois finally ended the next morning, Donna was terrified that her mother would discover what they'd done. But they told her she knew everything; she was the one who'd arranged it, as a birthday present for her beautiful baby girl.

And now, every time she had to go out of town, she always invited Alex and Nancy to visit and...take care of their niece.

But Donna knew that, while incest was a huge erotic fantasy for a majority of people, anyone who actually admitted to making the fantasy come true was automatically branded a sexual deviant. 

Now, knowing they'd just revealed her family secret to Jack Stroker, she figured her life was over.

Seeing her tears, her uncle pulled her close and hugged her warm body tightly against his. "Hey, don't cry, everything's going to be fine," he said, as his wife snuggled close on the other side of their niece and pulled the blanket over the three of them. "He would have eventually found out anyways, and I know he won't tell anyone."

"How do you know?" Donna sniffed.

"Because if he did, he'd never be able to see you again."

And Jack did want to see Donna again. In fact, he went back the very next night. But this time, instead of sneaking through the back yard, he knocked on the front door; he was surprised when he saw who opened it.

Donna wasn't at her house. She was in her car, taking her aunt and uncle to the airport so they could catch their flight back home. But Donna wasn't driving the car, her Aunt Nancy was.

She glanced at the rearview mirror and saw her husband in the reflection. Even though he was staring right at her, she knew by his slack jaw and the look of bliss in his half-lidded eyes that he didn't see her. So she sat up straighter, just far enough that she could see her niece's wavy auburn hair as her head bobbed up and down in her favorite uncle's lap, giving him a going away present.

Donna didn't get home until just after nine. Before they left, her aunt and uncle had told her she should try to find out where Jack lived so she could see him again. But she didn't have to look far.

When she walked into the living room she saw him sitting on the couch, his pants and underwear around his ankles as her mom enthusiastically sucked his swollen cock.

"What the fuck?!" Donna said. 

Jack and her mom both started; neither of them had even noticed her enter the room.

As he quickly tried to pull his underwear back up, her mom tried to push them back down. "It's okay, honey," she said. "Aunt Nancy told me all about your new friend. I was just making him comfortable until you got home." 

This wasn't the first time that Donna had caught her mom giving one of her boyfriends a blowjob...or a handjob, or a quick fuck...but it was the first time Donna had been jealous.

She ran downstairs, and as she went Jack jumped up from the couch, trying to stay out of her mom's reach, and pulled his pants back up.

"You're still so stiff, honey," she said, "let me finish you off first."

He forced his painfully erect cock back into his boxers and said, "I -- I think I'd better go talk to Donna."

Reluctantly, her mom agreed.

Jack went downstairs and found Donna crying in her bedroom. He apologized, but she didn't blame him; she knew it was her mom's nature.

He sat beside her on the bed and tried to comfort her, and as he awkwardly hugged her he learned why she was really crying. 

Donna told him that she liked him; she really, really liked him. But now, now that he knew what her family was like, and that she was a willing participant, she wondered how he could ever like her.

Jack told her that her uncle's surprising admission had shocked him, and his first instinct had been to flee. But once he was home, alone in his bed, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Ironically, when he finally worked up the courage to come back to her house, he wondered how, knowing that he'd been caught peeping through her bedroom window, Donna could ever like him.

But she told him that when her aunt had dragged him into her bedroom and told them what he'd been caught doing, it didn't turn her off -- it turned her on. Donna loved being watched. And as they snuggled closer together, alone at last in her bedroom, she undid his pants and finished what her mom had started.

They were married just over a year later and, during that time, Jack had become a true member of the family.

With Donna's consent, or more like encouragement, he'd fucked and been sucked by her mom more than a few times, and when her aunt and uncle returned they were happy to see that their niece's enthusiasm for their visits hadn't diminished. 

Donna's favorite game for the four of them to play involved Jack hiding in the closet with Aunt Nancy on her knees in front of him, her mouth wrapped around his cock, while he peeked through the slats in the bifold doors and watched Uncle Alex hammering his favorite niece from behind. 

But after Donna had become Donna Stroker, and her and Jack's two children were born, the family games stopped. Her aunt and uncle had to move across the country for work and, though they still wrote regularly, they hadn't visited in years.

Donna's mom, now Grandma, had regularly come by their new home to see her grandson, Chase, and granddaughter, Shelby, and, occasionally, Mommy would take her two children to the park to play so Grandma could have some alone time with Daddy. But Donna's mom had remarried a few years ago and, reluctant to let her new husband discover the family secret, she now limited her visits to spending time with her grandchildren.

So Donna and Jack had settled into a relatively normal relationship as their children grew, but now that their son and daughter were nineteen and eighteen, respectively, things had obviously changed.

* * *

Jack was in the shower, rinsing shampoo out of his hair and trying not to think about how good his daughter's mouth had felt around his cock. He knew that he shouldn't have tried to fuck her; he knew that she wasn't ready, but he couldn't resist. Donna kept saying he'd get to fuck her tomorrow, but he knew, if tonight didn't go as planned, that tomorrow might never come.

He turned off the shower, opened the curtain and grabbed his towel. After rubbing the soft, cotton cloth back and forth against his short, dark hair, he wrapped it around his back and dried his arms, cock and legs. When he was finished drying off, Jack draped the wet towel over the curtain rod and stepped out of the bathtub. 

Modesty may have been an issue for some families, but it wasn't for the Strokers. Jack walked down the hallway completely naked, heading to his bedroom to get dressed.

As he walked past his daughter's room he glanced in and saw Shelby, sitting on her bed wearing only a long t-shirt and listening to music on her headphones.

When she saw him looking, she teasingly parted her legs and flashed her pink pussy at him.

Jack's jaw dropped as he pretended to be shocked, and Shelby laughed as she hopped out of bed to take her turn in the shower.

He walked into his bedroom and saw his wife sitting on the bed, gently massaging skin cream onto her legs.

"Getting ready for the big night?" he said.

"Mmhmm," she said, as she squirted more moisturizer into her palm. "I just hope everything goes as well as we've planned."

"It will; don't worry." Jack pulled on his pants and grabbed the dress shirt that she'd laid out for him on the bed.

As he buttoned the shirt up, he grabbed the clicker and turned on the television on the dresser. The screen flickered to life and Jack stepped back to check the picture.

"Almost time for our favorite show," Donna said. On the screen was an image of their daughter's bedroom -- centered right on her bed.

Donna walked to the mirror and checked her outfit, a blue, satin knee-length dress with a pleated, surplice neckline that highlighted her full breasts.

"Wow!" Jack said, as she smiled at him in the mirror and swept her soft, reddish-brown hair back over her shoulder. "You look amazing, honey."

"Thanks," she said, "let's just hope our daughter's boyfriend likes it as much as you do."

"Honey, with what's under that dress, what isn't there to like?"

"You are so sweet." Donna kissed her husband softly, and as she glanced up at the television, she said, "What's that in front of the camera?"

"I don't know...it looks like a wire or something."

"Shelby's still in the shower. I'll go check it out," she said.

Donna walked down the hallway and past the bathroom. Peeking through the open door, she saw her daughter's silhouette through the shower curtain, as she soaped her breasts and between her legs.

Heading into Shelby's bedroom, Donna went to the teddy bear on her dresser with the nanny cam hidden inside. Lying in front of it was the wire they'd seen -- the charging cable for their daughter's iPod.

Donna moved it to the side and waved at the teddy bear, knowing her husband was watching her from their bedroom. Then she went to the bathroom where Shelby was just toweling off.

She leaned in the doorway and admired her daughter's beautiful body. Shelby had never been tall, but the baby fat she'd always complained about had blossomed into heavenly curves in the last few months, and Donna thought she looked perfect.

"Are you nervous about tonight?" she asked her daughter.

Shelby bent over and let her long, dripping, honey-blonde hair hang down, and then wrapped a towel around her head and threw it back. "A little," she said.

Wearing only the towel wrapped around her damp hair, Shelby walked naked across the hallway to her bedroom. 

Her mom followed her, and said, "You just need to relax, lie down on your bed for a minute."

"Why?"

"Just lie down, honey."

Shelby flopped face down onto her bed, her curvy ass tantalizingly in full view of the hidden nanny cam.

Donna caressed her daughter's round bum. "You've got such a beautiful little bubble butt."

Shelby, resting her head on her arms and enjoying her mother's soft touch, said, "Daddy calls it bubblicious."

"I'm sure he does," Donna said, as she glanced at the teddy bear and knew he was watching them. "Roll over honey, let me give you a massage."

Okay," Shelby said, as she rolled over, "but don't you want to do my back first?"

"There's not enough time, and I know how you love Mommy's front massages," she said, and moved on to the bed with her daughter.

Shelby lifted her arms behind her head and stretched, involuntarily arching her back in anticipation as her mom slid her warm hand down her cool thigh.

"Your dress looks really nice, Mom."

"Thank you, honey," she said, and leaned down and flicked the tip of her tongue against her daughter's erect nipple.

Shelby gasped in pleasure, and felt her whole body relax as her mom began to caress her big, firm breasts, softly kissing them as she teased the nipples with her tongue.

Without further foreplay, Donna trailed kisses across her daughter's tummy and moved right between her legs. "We don't have a lot of time. I want to make sure you're completely relaxed for when Greg gets here."

Shelby didn't say a word, she just nodded as she squeezed her breasts together and spread her legs wider.

Donna gently kissed and then lightly licked her daughter's soft pussy. It felt so delicate against her tongue, and as she dipped it between Shelby's soft folds she noticed the first warm taste of nectar.

She couldn't help moaning as she lapped at her daughter's sweet juices, starting to flow as she gently licked her tender pussy, and then flicked her tongue out in search of her clit.

When she felt the tiny bud pressed against the tip of her tongue, she just held it there as her daughter writhed against her, grinding her pussy against her mouth.

Placing her hands on the inside of Shelby's thighs, she spread her legs even wider and held her down as she teased her swollen clit with soft flicks of her tongue.

Shelby threw the wet towel on the floor, her damp hair splayed across her pillow as she moaned, "Oh fuck, I love your massages, Mommy."

Donna just smiled and kept teasing her daughter's sopping pussy and, when she thought she was ready, went to slide a finger inside.

Shelby tensed at the first touch of her finger, and immediately grabbed her hand.

"It's okay, honey. It's just one finger, and I'll be gentle...relax."

As Shelby swallowed and hesitantly let her mom's hand go, Donna tried again to slide her index finger inside. She was surprised to feel how tight her daughter's tiny hole was, and she wasn't even at the second knuckle when Shelby tensed again and, clutching at the sheets, tried to twist away from her.

"It's okay, it's okay," Donna said, as she quickly withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I hope I'll be better later, when Greg's here."

"You will be, honey, you're just nervous. You know if you stick to our plan everything will work out perfect," she said. Knowing her daughter would never be able to come now, Donna gave her sweet pussy one last tender kiss, and stood up and wiped her mouth with the damp towel. "You should get dressed, he'll be here soon."

As she went to leave the room, taking the towel to hang it in the bathroom, Donna glanced at the nanny cam. She knew her husband had watched the show; he could never resist watching. She just hoped he hadn't come.

Once dinner was ready and in the oven, Donna told Jack to set the table and told Shelby to text her boyfriend, Greg, and find out how much longer he was going to be.

She headed back down to her bedroom to double-check her makeup, wanting it to be perfect for Greg, when she noticed the door to her son Chase's bedroom was open.

Peeking inside, Donna saw that everything looked normal. Shelby must have borrowed something from her brother's room and forgot to close the door.

But instead of shutting it, Donna entered his room, wishing that her son was there; he'd only been back at college for a few weeks, but it felt like months. As she walked around his room, picking up small mementoes and smiling at their memories, she saw a shirt on the floor on the far side of the bed. He must have forgotten to throw it in the laundry when he left. She picked it up off the floor and cautiously sniffed at it; the familiar scent of her son filled her senses.

Donna fell back on his bed and, as she held his shirt against her face, recognized the aroma of his body wash. As she smelled it, she closed her eyes and remembered the day she caught him in the shower.

* * *

It had happened less than two months ago. The Strokers lived in a small three-bedroom house and only had one bathroom that they took turns sharing. So it wasn't uncommon for one family member to be in the shower while another one brushed their teeth or used the toilet.

And that's what Donna had been doing. Needing to pee, she'd gone into the bathroom while her son, Chase, was taking a shower. He'd graduated the previous year and had been attending college, but was home for the summer break.

"It's just me," she called through the shower curtain. "Don't worry, I won't flush."

After she'd finished, Donna bent down to pull her panties up, but over the sound of the shower she heard a soft, barely discernible, "whap, whap, whap," coming from the other side of the vinyl curtain.

Unable to control her curiosity, she quietly pulled back the curtain and peeked into the shower. Immediately, the clean aroma of her son's body wash filled her senses. His back was to her, but it was obvious what he was doing; his head was tilted back, with his left hand hanging at his side while his right hand was busy in front of him, stroking his cock.

Donna felt a rising heat between her legs as she ducked back and let go of the curtain. She'd caught glimpses of her son's cock plenty of times when he'd been getting out of the shower or walking to his bedroom, and knew he had a thick, nice-sized one like his father. But she'd never seen it hard and never seen it up close. He had to know that she was sitting right on the other side of the curtain, and she wondered if he was jerking off for her benefit.

He groaned from inside the shower, and with the "whap whap whap" noise getting louder and faster, she couldn't resist sneaking one more peek.

Donna pulled back the curtain a little farther while her other hand snuck down between her legs, her panties still around her ankles. She could see Chase's head was slumped forward, and all of the muscles of his back and right arm were tense as he jerked his cock.

She ducked back as he turned to glance over his shoulder, but if he'd spotted her, he didn't say...and he didn't stop.

Pulling the curtain back again, she peeked inside. Chase had turned around so that the shower was behind him. His head was tilted back into the spray, with his eyes closed and his mouth half open as the pulsing water cascaded over his young, hard body and the vapor curled around his legs. And she had a perfect view of his fist as it pumped back and forth on his thick shaft, making his big balls bounce.

Donna thought her son's huge cock was beautiful, just like his father's. But it had been a long time since she'd seen Jack's so hard...so erect.

Chase's hand was a blur as he stroked his pole; he groaned, and every muscle in his body tensed as he came. Donna gasped as thick, white cum jetted out from the tip of his cock, and she trembled, two fingers teasing her clit as she pushed herself over the edge.

She couldn't help moaning as she came, and the second she did Chase's eyes popped open; Donna saw the shock on his face when he realized she'd been watching him.

She ducked back, tugged the curtain closed and pulled up her panties as she hurried back to her bedroom.

Donna went to work but couldn't stop thinking about her son's thick cock. Just before noon, she made a quick phone call and booked off sick.

She knew that Chase was home alone, and when she walked in the house she found him sitting in the family room, playing video games on his Xbox. 

"Hey, Mom, how come you're home so early?" Chase said.

"I was feeling funny so I only worked a half day."

"Oh...do you need me to get you anything?"

"Not right now, thanks, I think I'll feel better once I'm in bed," she said with a weak smile, and headed upstairs to her bedroom.

Chase kept playing his video game, the volume from the gunfire so loud that the windows were vibrating.

About ten minutes later, Donna came back down wearing her housecoat. "Chase, honey, can you turn that off?"

Hitting pause again, he said, "Sorry, was it too loud?"

"Yes, but that's not why I asked you to turn it off. We need to talk, and it'll be better if we talk in your bedroom," she said, and headed down the hallway.

Chase followed his mom down the hall, with an uneasy feeling that he knew what she wanted to talk about.

When he walked in she told him to lie on his bed, and when he did she shut the door and sat down beside him.

Chase was only wearing cargo shorts and a loose t-shirt, and he swallowed nervously as he said, "What's wrong, Mom?"




Meet the Strokers



"Nothing's wrong, honey, but the reason I came home early today was because... I wanted to talk to you about what happened this morning in the bathroom."

"Umm...what do you mean?" Chase said, playing dumb.

Donna put her hand on his thigh and gently squeezed it. "You know what I mean. You were masturbating while I was in the bathroom with you."

Chase looked like he was going to faint. "I -- I didn't know it was you on the other side -- "

"Honey, it's okay," she interrupted, and stroked her hand up his thigh. "Why would I be mad at you for making yourself feel good? It makes me happy when you feel good." Her hand moved higher up his thigh, her fingertips sliding beneath the hem of his shorts.

Chase glanced down at her hand and swallowed again. "I'm just so used to...every morning in the shower I -- "

"You don't need to explain, I know what boys do when they're taking long showers. And even though it's fine if you want to get yourself off while I'm watching, I need you to make sure that -- "

"Wait a second...what did you just say?"

Donna smiled and slid her hand up the leg of her son's shorts until her fingernails grazed against his balls. He wasn't wearing any underwear. "I said it's okay to play with yourself while I'm watching."

Chase's eyes were half-closed and his mouth hung open as his mom brushed her fingers against his stiffening cock. He couldn't talk.

"That's why you were jerking off when you knew I was right on the other side of the shower curtain, right? You wanted me to watch?"

Chase let out a soft moan as his mom squeezed his stiff shaft, and nodded.

Donna pulled her hand back out, and said, "Let's see how bad the problem is." Undoing his cargo shorts, she pulled them down around his knees.

His erect cock sprang free, standing straight up for inspection. Chase gasped as his mom's cool fingers encircled it, feeling how thick it was.

She pumped it up and down a few times, sliding her tongue across her upper lip as she said, "How many times a day do you get yourself off?"

"Umm...twice, usually."

"Well, there's your problem right there. A big cock like this has to come at least three times a day, especially when you're only nineteen."

Chase wondered if he was dreaming, and was suddenly worried that he'd wake up.

"Do you have a girlfriend at school who helps take care of this big boy for you?"

Chase shook his head. "No," he groaned, as she massaged his swollen cock, "there's one girl, but she's just my fb.

"Fb? What's that stand for -- Facebook?

Chase laughed. "Naw, fb means she's my fuck buddy."

Donna raised an eyebrow and smiled at her son as she fondled his full balls with her other hand while still stroking him. "Do you make her suck this big torpedo?" she whispered. "And then pound her little pussy?"

Chase nodded, slackjawed as he watched her work over his cock and balls.

"Mmm...that sounds like fun. Can I be your fuck buddy, too?"

Chase gulped. "Wh -- what?"

"While you're at home, so you're not stuck jerking off alone in the shower, maybe you and Mommy could be fuck buddies?"

His head was spinning, and not just from the handjob. Chase slowly nodded his agreement, even though he still wasn't sure his mom knew exactly what she was agreeing to.

Donna smiled warmly at her baby boy and started to jerk his cock even faster. "I'm going to make you feel so good," she whispered.

As he watched her hand crank up and down his shaft, Chase groaned, "What about Dad...and Shel?"

Donna was also watching her son's shaft, sighing in pleasure as she saw how purple his cockhead was getting as she jerked him off. "Your sister can't know anything about this, and you let me worry about your dad."

Chase fell back on his pillow, moaning as his mom stroked him faster and faster. She slid her other hand under his shirt, exploring every inch of his muscular torso with her fingers as she pumped his thick cock. His toes were twitching as she pushed him closer and closer to the edge.

Donna knew what his toes meant; her husband did exactly the same thing just as he was about to come. Worried about how much and how far her son was going to shoot, she said, "I wish we'd taken the blanket off the bed first, I just washed it."

Chase, barely able to get out more than a few words, said, "Let me...take it off then." 

"No, I've got a better way to make sure you don't make a mess." Bending down, she wrapped her mouth around his cock.

Chase tilted his head back and closed his eyes; he let out a long, low moan as he savored the sweet sensation of his mom's wet lips working up and down his swollen shaft.

"Oh, fuuuuck," he groaned, clutching with both hands at the blanket as his toes started to twitch again.

But just as he was about to go off, she suddenly popped his cock out of her mouth, breathing heavily as she watched him with lust-filled eyes. 

"Why did you stop?" Chase gasped, as his purple knob twitched, ready to explode.

"I'm sorry, honey, but you've got my pussy soaked." She stood up and let her housecoat slide down to his bedroom floor; she was completely naked underneath. "Do you mind if I put just a few inches of your cock inside, just to see how it feels?"

Chase's eyes slid up his mom's body, he didn't think he'd ever seen anyone so beautiful. Her neatly-trimmed pussy glistened in anticipation of his thick cock, which was still standing straight up from being sucked, and as his eyes traveled across the curve of her hips they lingered on her full breasts. "No, I don't mind, that -- that'd be amazing," he said.

"Stay on your back," she said, "but turn sideways on the bed so your legs are toward your dresser."

"Why?" he asked.

"Just do it," she said, "it'll be better."

Not wanting to argue, Chase did what he was told. As his mom straddled him and lowered herself, trembling with desire, onto his thick pole, he didn't even notice his old teddy bear sitting on the dresser, watching her ride his cock.

When Jack got home that same night, Donna immediately dragged him to their bedroom. He was the person she'd called that morning, and she'd told him everything that had happened with their son in the bathroom. 

Sensing his excitement, and knowing how he loved to watch, she suggested that she get out the old nanny cam, hide it in Chase's bedroom and try to convince him to let her give him a handjob on his bed. When she asked Jack if he'd like to watch that, he whispered yes into the phone. Neither of them had expected it to go so well and Jack, who watched the video while she sucked him off, was obviously pleased with the results. 

While he'd never let a stranger touch his wife, he had no such reservations when it came to family. He got more enjoyment out of seeing Donna take their son's big cock than she'd got from actually taking it. 

However, the old nanny cam was a nuisance as it had no sound and could only record, not transmit. So Jack went out that same night and came back with a new wireless cam that would send a signal to a receiver in their bedroom, letting them watch a live feed on their television.

Donna tossed and turned all night, unable to stop thinking about how good it had felt to get fucked by her son. She woke up just after dawn, and snuck out of her bedroom. She loved how perfectly Chase's cock fit in her mouth, and wanted to suck him while he was still sleeping.

She was smiling as she quietly opened the door to his bedroom, but her smile disappeared when she looked inside.

Chase was sprawled on the bed with the blankets pulled back, completely naked and sound asleep. And between his legs, softly sucking on his thick cock, was his little sister.

Shelby started when she saw her mom. But before she could panic, Donna held up her hands to let her know everything was okay and then put her finger to her lips.

Donna carefully shut the door behind her, and signaled for Shelby to stay where she was.

Gingerly crawling onto the bed beside her son, Donna glanced at her daughter and could see the confusion in her eyes. And then Donna wrapped her hand around Chase's stiff cock, still wet from Shelby's mouth, and leaned over and started to suck it.

Shelby's jaw dropped. She wasn't sure what was going to happen when her mom caught her blowing her brother, but she'd never expected this.

She kneeled on the bed, watching her mom lick and suck her brother's cock until he groaned in his sleep. Donna froze, watching to see if he was going to wake up. When he didn't, she smiled at Shelby, put her hand behind her head and guided her daughter's mouth down to her son's swollen shaft. 

She was still sucking on him when he woke up with a start, shocked to see his mom beside him and his sister between his legs. Donna whispered good morning and kissed him on the lips, and made him lie back down so his little sister could finish what she'd started.

Shelby took her brother as deep into her throat as she could, sliding her wet lips up and down his thick shaft. She'd only been sucking for a few minutes when he clasped his hands behind her head, keeping her mouth wrapped around his cock as he emptied his load down her throat. Shelby struggled as she tried to take it all down, as Chase grunted and bucked his hips toward her mouth. She started to gag, and as he pulled his cock out a thick mix of cum and saliva spilled out of her mouth and all over his cock and balls. 

Her mom asked her if she was okay, and she smiled and licked her lips as she nodded yes. 

In the other room, Jack was furiously pounding his prick as he watched the feed from the hidden camera, and saw cum dripping out of his daughter's mouth. He groaned, and came just as the bedroom door opened.

"I wondered if you were watching," Donna whispered, as she shut the door and grabbed some tissue to clean up the mess.

"Did you know?" Jack gasped. "Did you know that her and Chase were -- "

"No, apparently this morning was the first time. Chase caught Shelby playing with herself a few days ago in her bedroom and, in return, let her watch while he masturbated. And things just escalated from there. The morning I caught him in the shower -- he thought I was Shelby."

"And that's why he was masturbating? He wasn't doing it for you?"

Donna shook her head no.

"So...does this change anything?"

"Not for me, unless you want it to. We can still keep the camera hidden in Chase's room, and I'm assuming you don't mind if Shelby joins the show."

Jack quickly shook his head; he didn't mind.

And neither did Shelby. The discovery that her mom and brother were having sex together had blindsided her. But once she recovered from the initial shock, she became an enthusiastic participant. 

Unfortunately, there was only five days left before Chase had to head back to college. His mom and sister took turns sucking and jerking him off, but only Donna was willing to let him fuck her.

Shelby wasn't ready or willing to take their relationship to that level, but would lie naked on the bed beside her mom and watch as her brother pistoned his cock in and out of her until they both came.

Sunday finally arrived and Chase had to return to college. Donna was planning on driving him alone, but asked Shelby if she wanted to come along.

"There's nowhere to sit," Shelby said, "the back seat is full with his stuff."

"Honey," Donna said, "you can sit on your brother's lap."

And as the small car zoomed down the interstate taking Chase to college, that's where Shelby was. Sitting on her brother's lap, his stiff cock pressed between the cheeks of her beautiful, round ass as his hands roamed freely under her t-shirt.

Shelby moaned as he teased her nipples and squeezed her firm breasts, and was glad that her mom had told her not to wear a bra or panties.

"Mmm, you sure have big tits for such a tiny girl, Shel," Chase said.

Donna glanced over and smiled as she saw her son's big hands exploring his little sister's body. "We've got about an hour until we're there," she said. "Why don't you let your brother's big cock get some air?"

Shelby arched her back, lifting her bum off her brother's lap as Chase pushed his jeans and boxers down around his ankles.

Donna looked over as Shelby sat back down so that Chase's stiff pole was jutting up between her bare thighs. Reaching over, she grabbed the head of her son's cock like a gearshift and gave him a playful squeeze.

"I think you better give your brother something to tide him over until the next time you see him."

"What do you mean?" Shelby said.

"Why don't you let him fuck you, and ride his cock while I drive?"

Shelby swallowed. "I don't know. It's kind of awkward, and people driving by might see us."

"No one's going to see, just make sure to keep your t-shirt down. And sitting on his lap is the perfect position."

Before his little sister could object, Chase reached his hand around and unbuttoned her short shorts.

Shelby lifted her ass and he pushed them down. As she stepped out of them, she leaned back against her brother and he spread her legs, rubbing his stiff cock against her soft pussy.

Donna looked over at her daughter, and noticed she had her eyes tightly closed. "Are you okay, honey?"

"Uh huh," Shelby said, swallowing nervously as Chase rubbed his knob up and down her slit.

"Lean forward," he said. 

Shelby complied, and bent forward so that her forearms were resting against the dashboard.

Chase lifted his sister's beautiful round ass in the air, and lined up his cock with her opening.

When he was pressed up against her, he held her hips and went to lower her down, but she stiffened and grimaced as he tried to enter her.

Chase pulled her harder, trying to force his cock inside her but she was too tight and dry.

"It hurts," Shelby cried, and pushed her hand against his chest to prevent him from trying again.

Donna shot a worried look at her daughter. "What hurts, honey? Is he too big?"

"I didn't even get it inside," Chase said.

"It just -- I don't want to do it," Shelby said.

"That's fine, honey. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. I just thought -- "

"I mean...I like what we do," Shelby said. "I like sucking Chase and making him feel good. It's just...it's just awkward in the car."

"It's not a problem," Donna said. "I completely understand." And then, glancing over at Chase's still throbbing cock, she said, "Can you take a turn driving, honey?"

A few minutes later, the car was zooming down the highway again; Shelby was behind the wheel while her mom was in the passenger seat, moaning and trying not to hit her head on the roof as she bounced up and down on her son's cock.

When they finally pulled up to the college twenty minutes later, they both had their pants back on and Donna had cleaned up all of the cum he'd pumped into her pussy.

"I'll miss you," she said, and any passerby that noticed the kiss they shared would have never guessed they were mother and son.

Donna and Shelby had driven back with the radio on, and neither one of them had mentioned what had happened with her and Chase. But as Donna had watched her daughter, and had seen the way she'd kept her arms and legs crossed the whole ride home, staring out the window and watching the road roll by, she'd known there was something wrong.

* * *

Donna was so wrapped up in her memories, sighing as she smelled her son's shirt and remembering how long it had been since she'd touched him, that she hadn't even heard her husband come into the bedroom.

She opened her eyes and blushed when she saw him standing at the edge of the bed, watching her. "Sorry," she said, feeling a damp heat between her legs as she tossed the shirt into the laundry hamper. "I was just thinking about Chase."

"I could tell by the smile on your face." Jack held out the necktie she'd left on their bed for him and said, "Do I really have to wear this thing? We're not even going out."

"You don't have to...I just thought it would be nice, seeing as how I got it for your birthday and you haven't even worn it yet."

Jack sighed and turned around. "Can you tie it for me?"

Donna smiled and moved behind her husband, reaching beneath his arms as she tied a simple four-in-hand knot. 

As she was adjusting the tie, Shelby came into the bedroom wearing a beautiful red sleeveless mini dress.

"Oh, honey, you look beautiful," Donna said.

Shelby flashed a smile at her father and hugged her body against him. "Do you like it, Daddy?"

Jack kissed her on the top of her head as he caressed her round ass through the red dress. She wasn't wearing any panties. "If, for any reason, this kid sees you in this dress and doesn't want to fuck you...you come right to my room and I'll show you exactly how much I like it."

Shelby smiled as she ground against her daddy's cock, feeling it swell, but then her mom separated them.

"That's enough," she said. "You already almost made your father go off earlier -- don't start teasing him again."

Shelby gently bit her lower lip as she stepped back and saw the swollen outline of his stiff member, and then flashed her eyebrows at him, giggling as her mom pushed her back toward her bedroom.

Donna dragged her husband back to their own bedroom. "Am I going to have to lock you up until tomorrow? Or are you going to behave tonight?"

"It wasn't me," he said. "It was her -- both times!"

Donna shook her head. A month ago her husband had insisted their daughter was a sweet, innocent virgin. Now he was trying to get his cock inside her every time she bent over.

Jack sat on the edge of the bed and watched the television; the hidden camera was showing Shelby in her bedroom, admiring her red dress in the mirror. 

At Donna's suggestion, they'd moved the teddy bear to their daughter's bedroom right after Chase went back to college. He'd never realized, until he hid it on her bookcase, how often teenage girls touched themselves, and he watched every day as Shelby had her daily masturbation session, and masturbated right along with her. Of course, that was before she'd started sucking his cock each morning.

The doorbell rang, and Shelby turned around just as Jack turned off the monitor.

Donna reached the door first and smiled when she saw her daughter's boyfriend, Greg, through the peephole.

She opened the door, and said, "Hey, you, you're right on time."

He had flowers in his hand, and held them out. "I -- I got these for you, Mrs. Stroker."

"For me? You are so sweet," she said and, before he could react, pulled him close and hugged him.

Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and as he breathed deeply of her perfume, he said, "You look amazing tonight, Mrs. Stroker."

"Thank you," she whispered in his ear.

Donna could feel his hard-on against her hip, and she shifted so that it pressed right against her pussy. She sighed as she slowly ground against it, and whispered, "Don't call me Mrs. Stroker, Greg. Call me Mom."

When he heard Shelby coming down the hallway, he broke the cock-stiffening hug and nervously backed away, hoping his throbbing erection wasn't obvious.

Donna turned around as Shelby appeared, and said, "Look what your sweet boyfriend brought me dear, flowers." As she handed them to her daughter to smell, her other hand was behind her, rubbing Greg's swollen shaft through his pants.

"I'd better go put them in some water," Donna said, and took them to the kitchen.

Shelby went to hug her boyfriend, and when she felt how hard his cock was she glanced down at his obvious bulge and gave him a puzzled look. "What caused that?"

"I'm just really excited about...you know, later."

Shelby's eyes lit up and, checking to make sure her parents weren't watching, gave his cock a squeeze. "I am too, but you have to promise to be patient with me."

"I will be," he whispered, "I told you before, I never want to hurt you."




Meet the Strokers



She pulled him close and kissed him, making sure that his hard-on was pressed right against her pussy. When her mom called them to dinner, her dad was already sitting at the table and waiting. 

After they'd eaten, Greg helped clear the table and Donna took every opportunity she could to accidentally brush her ass against his crotch, smiling as he blushed in embarrassment.

She was headed back to the kitchen when her husband caught her wrist and gave her a look.

Donna sat on his lap, and whispered, "Honey, don't start getting jealous. You know this is all part of our plan."

"I can't help it," he said, "that kid keeps eye-humping your tits and bumping his boner against you every chance he gets."

"Well, that 'kid' may very well be your future son, and I don't remember you complaining when my mom welcomed you to the family."

"I just -- "

"Shh, just think of Greg as part of our family. And remember, if this all goes as planned, you're the one who's going to be getting a special thank you from our daughter tomorrow," she said, and rubbed her ass against his stiffening cock.

Shelby came out from the kitchen. "The dishes are all in the dishwasher, Mom. Greg and I are just going to go to my room to listen to music and...stuff."

"That's fine, honey. Your father and I will be in our bedroom, there's a show we want to watch."

And once Jack and Donna were in the bedroom, the show began. They watched the monitor as the nanny cam caught Greg kissing their daughter on her bed, and helping her take off her red mini dress. She was completely naked underneath, and he pushed her back on the bed as he licked and squeezed her big, beautiful breasts.

Donna helped her husband out of his pants, and stroked his cock as he watched Shelby's boyfriend slide down between her legs.

"You like her boobs, don't you, honey?"

"Only because they remind me so much of yours," he said.

"Are hers as nice as mine were at that age?"

"Yes...I mean, no! Yours were better -- I mean, they're still better!"

"Liar," she laughed, and gave his cock a playful squeeze.

On the screen, Shelby sat up and pushed Greg back on the bed. Tugging down his pants, she leaned over and started sucking him off.

Following her lead, Donna took her husband's cock in his mouth; he groaned as he watched the show on the screen, and imagined that he'd switched places with Greg.

As she glanced up and watched her daughter suck her boyfriend's cock nice and hard, Donna remembered what had happened the last time they'd watched them.

* * *

It had been two weeks earlier, and only two days after Donna and Shelby had driven Chase back to college. Greg had just returned from volunteering for six weeks over the summer, and had texted Shelby to see if he could come to see her.

"Is everything okay with you and Greg?" Donna said, as her daughter put her phone back in her pocket. "I know when he left you said that things weren't going that well."

"We'll see," Shelby said. "I love Greg, I mean...I'm crazy about him, but I just...I just feel like I can't make him happy."

"Oh, honey, that's not true. I've seen the way Greg looks at you, the way he makes you laugh, the two of you are perfect together."

"We get along great when our clothes are on, it's when they're off that there's problems."

Donna blinked in surprise. After watching the way her daughter took care of her brother's cock, she couldn't believe she'd have any problems in the bedroom. But before she could ask her what was wrong, Greg knocked on the door.

When she opened it and saw him, Donna hugged him tightly and he blushed when she kissed him on the cheek. "Welcome back, Greg, I missed you."

"Thanks, Mrs. Stroker, I missed you guys too."

"Greg, honey, don't call me Mrs. Stroker. Call me Mom."

Shelby rolled her eyes and dragged her boyfriend away. "He's already got a mom, Mom, he doesn't need another."

As they disappeared into Shelby's bedroom to rekindle their relationship, Donna went to the bathroom to relax in the tub. When her bath was over, and she was heading down the hall in her housecoat, she wondered if the two of them wanted any snacks. 

She was just about to knock on the door when she heard Shelby softly giggling on the other side as Greg whispered to her. Donna knew what those sounds meant, and headed quietly down to her own bedroom, knowing they needed some alone time. 

Which was why she was shocked when she opened the door to her own bedroom and saw her husband watching them on the monitor.

"Jack! I told you that you weren't allowed to turn that on tonight, you need to respect your daughter's privacy."

"Respect her privacy? You sucked me off this morning while we watched her finger herself."

"That's different." Donna took the towel from her wet hair and hung it on the back of the door before draping her housecoat over a chair. Raising an eyebrow when she saw her husband's hand bopping up and down beneath the blanket as he watched the show, she picked up the remote to turn off the television. But she froze when she saw what was happening on the screen. 

Greg and Shelby were both naked and about to fuck. He was on top of her and she had her hands on his hips, watching as he went to guide his stiff cock inside her.

But every time he'd push forward, pressing his knob against her pink pussy lips, Shelby would tense and push him away. Greg whispered to her as he tried to remove her hands from his hips and thrust forward again, but she grimaced in pain and twisted away from him, trying to close her legs. 

Desperate to finish what they'd started, he forced her legs apart, begging her to cooperate, but she squirmed away, and squeezed her legs shut as she covered her pussy with her hand. 

Greg went to comfort her but she flinched at his touch. Hanging his head, he pulled his pants on, picked up the rest of his clothes and went to leave.

Donna glanced over her shoulder at her husband, and saw he was just as concerned as her. "I have to go help," she said, and grabbed her housecoat and ran out of the room.

Jack watched the monitor; his daughter was still alone in her bed, curled up and crying. After another minute passed, wondering where his wife was, he decided he'd better go make sure their daughter was okay. But then Shelby suddenly got out of bed, pulled on an oversized t-shirt and hurried out of her room.

The next thing he knew, she burst through his bedroom door.

Her cheeks stained with tears, Shelby said, "Where's Mom?"

"I don't know, honey. What's wrong?" Looking to her left, his eyes went wide when he realized the television on the dresser was still displaying a perfect view of her messed-up bed.

Hoping she hadn't noticed, he casually reached for the clicker on the far side of the bed to turn it off, but before he could grab it, Shelby climbed in beside him and crawled under the blanket. "Oh, Daddy," she sobbed, as she held herself against him and cried against his chest.

"It's okay, babe, it's okay." He stroked her head and kissed her honey-blonde hair, the clean scent of her shampoo filling his senses.

She hugged herself against him the same way she did when she was a little girl, with her arm across his chest and her thigh across his waist as if she never wanted to let him go. But she wasn't a little girl anymore, and he could feel her heat against him as his stiff cock pressed into her soft thigh.

Jack swallowed, wishing his erection would go down. But the reason he was so hard was because, only a few minutes earlier, he'd been stroking his cock while watching her suck her boyfriend off, and it wasn't helping that she was now beside him, wearing only a thin t-shirt and with her soft skin against his flesh.

As Shelby sniffled against him, his chest wet where her cheek touched it, he reached the arm trapped beneath her for the clicker, still hoping to turn the television off before she realized he'd been spying on her. 

Thinking he was uncomfortable with her weight on his arm, she shifted her position and moved across his body, her breasts pressed against his chest as her thigh rubbed against his stiff cock. And then she froze, as if she'd just realized what that hard thing poking into her soft skin was.

Their eyes met, both of them fully aware that his thick shaft, pressed high against the inside of her thigh, was only inches from her exposed pussy. He swallowed, expecting her to move away, but she settled her body against him and lowered her head to his chest, listening to the thumping of his heart as his hard cock throbbed in unison against her smooth skin.

In the meantime, Donna was down in the laundry room. When she saw what had happened, her first instinct was to stop Greg. She wasn't sure what went wrong in the bedroom, but she knew her daughter cared too much about this boy to just let him walk out of her life.

She'd rushed down the hallway and caught him just as he was about to leave through the laundry room into the garage.

"Greg! What's wrong, why are you leaving so soon?"

"Oh...uh, nothing Mrs. Stroker. Shelby just wasn't feeling well, so I thought I'd better go."

He was just opening the door when Donna pushed it shut with one hand while holding him back with the other. "Greg, don't go...not yet."

He looked at Donna and his mouth fell open. When she'd turned to shut the door her housecoat had come undone, and he could see that she was completely naked underneath. His eyes lingered on her neatly trimmed pussy before wandering up across her hips to her full breasts. Her wet hair clung to her shoulders and when he met her eyes he quickly looked away.

Donna didn't close her housecoat; she stepped closer and said, "What happened between you and Shelby?"

Stealing peeks at her full breasts while she gently placed her hand on his hip, Greg stammered, "I -- I don't know, anytime I try to...I mean, we try to -- "

"I think there's a problem that needs to be taken care of," Donna whispered, and pressed her hand against his pants, rubbing the outline of his stiff cock.

Greg groaned at her touch; he needed to come so badly. Sliding his hand beneath her housecoat and around her waist, he pulled her closer.

Donna sighed as her body pressed against his, and she fumbled with his belt, trying to get his pants undone.

"I'm crazy about your daughter," Greg said. "But anytime we try to get intimate, she pushes me away."

"I saw -- I mean, I know," Donna said, as she pushed his jeans and boxers down and massaged his swollen shaft and balls. "A young boy like you needs a nice, warm pussy wrapped around his cock, but I don't think Shelby's ready for that yet. So you just need to be patient, and let me take care of this big boy until she's ready to."

Back in the bedroom, Shelby and her dad were locked together beneath the blanket. His stiff cock was still pinned beneath her leg, and as she caressed his chest with her soft hand, listening to his heartbeat, she slowly worked her way down to his stomach, and then slid her fingers lower.

Jack had been rubbing her back with his hand, savoring her touch as she explored his body for the first time. He moved his hand lower, pulling her t-shirt up around her waist as he massaged the small of her back. And then he slid his hand even lower, caressing her smooth ass as he palmed one of her ass cheeks and pulled her tighter against his body.

Shelby couldn't help moaning when she felt his strong hand squeezing her bum, and she shifted her leg, rubbing his stiff shaft against her soft skin. She lifted the blanket with her arm, stealing a peek at her father's thick cock as she caressed the inside of his thigh with her hand.

Jack groaned as she teased him, her fingers agonizingly close to his swollen flesh. But even though she was slowly rubbing her thigh against his cock and balls she never touched him with her hand, it was as if she was waiting for permission.

So he gave it to her. Reaching beneath the blanket, he took his daughter's small hand and placed it on his shaft. Instantly, her fingers curled around it and she sighed as she started to stroke him.

Jack closed his eyes as Shelby slid her leg lower, so that her hand could explore every inch of his cock. He'd completely forgotten about turning off the television.

And as Shelby massaged his swollen balls, feeling how big, how full they were, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her bedroom on the television screen. "Were you watching me, Daddy?"

Jack's eyes popped open and his heart nearly stopped. "Babe, I never meant to -- "

"It's okay, Daddy, I know about the camera in the teddy bear. I just meant, were you watching when Greg and I were..."

"Wait a second...you know about the camera?"

"Mmhmm," Shelby moaned, as she pressed the heat between her legs harder against him and kept rubbing his stiff prick with her hand. 

"And you...you knew I was watching?"

"Uh huh...Mommy told me how you saw me sucking on Chase, and how you made yourself come watching me. And she told me you wanted to watch me some more, and asked me if you guys could put the teddy bear camera in my bedroom."

"And you said yes? You wanted me to watch you while you played with yourself?"

"Uh huh," Shelby said, as she kept stroking his stiff pole up and down, fast then slow, barely able to get her fingers around his thick shaft. "Mommy told me to pretend like I didn't know I was being watched, but I like to be watched...especially by you."

Jack groaned as he pulled his daughter closer, kneading the soft flesh of her ass as she jerked him off.

"That's my problem, Daddy. I like boys a lot. I like to touch them...and suck them...and make them come. And I love it when Mommy tells me how much you come when you're watching me. But when boys try to...get inside me, like Greg did...I get scared."

"What do you mean? Are you a virgin...and you think it's going to hurt?"

"No, I'm not a virgin, but the first boy I was with...it wasn't very nice."

"I'm sorry, babe, the first time should be special," he said, and slid his hand up her side, pushing her t-shirt higher.

Shelby stopped what she was doing, pulled her shirt up until her tits were completely exposed, and then wrapped her hand back around his cock.

Jack moaned as he squeezed his daughter's spectacular breasts. They were so big...so perfect. Leaning over, he flicked his tongue against her erect pink nipple.

Shelby groaned at the touch of his tongue and started to jack his thick shaft even faster, and parted her legs as his hand slid down between them.

As his fingers explored her wet pussy, sliding between her swollen lips, Shelby pumped him even harder, wanting to see him shoot. "Are you going to come, Daddy?"

"Fuck, yeah," he groaned, as he explored every inch of her tight teen body with his hands and tongue. "Just keep doing what you're doing, and daddy's gonna come."

Back in the laundry room, the dryer was rocking, but not from the load of laundry tumbling inside it. Donna was bent over the vibrating appliance, her housecoat bunched up around her waist as Greg hammered her from behind.

"Oh, fuck, that feels so good," she moaned.

Greg couldn't talk; it was all he could do not to come. His pants were still down around his knees, where Donna had pushed them while she sucked on him.

And now that he had his cock inside her, inside his girlfriend's mom, it took all of his concentration not to empty his load. 

Donna braced herself against the dryer as Greg fucked her hard. He'd told her that Shelby had sucked and jerked him off countless times in the months that he'd known her, but for some reason she wouldn't let him near her pussy. 

Donna knew how badly young boys like Greg needed to come. That was why she'd chased him down to the laundry room; she knew she couldn't let him leave when his cock was still so stiff. She also knew he wouldn't be satisfied with her mouth, he was hungry for pussy -- so she gave him his fill.

Greg had only ever fucked one other girl, the one he'd lost his virginity to. But she was a girl; Donna was a woman. And as he held her hips, her ass slapping against him as she bounced back and forth on his aching cock, Greg felt like he was the one being fucked.

Donna kept glancing back over her shoulder at him, a look of lust in her eyes as she impaled herself on his cock, driving him toward the edge.

Finally, Greg couldn't hold on any longer, and groaned, "Mrs. Stroker...I'm gonna come."

Donna tossed her wet hair back and moaned as he flooded her pussy with cum. Holding his hips with her hands to make sure he didn't pull away, she kept riding his cock until he was spent.

When she finally let him go, Greg went to step backwards and, with shaky legs and his pants still around his knees, stumbled and fell back against the wall.

Donna smiled as she helped him back to his feet, and said, "Don't call me Mrs. Stroker, honey. Call me Mom."

She cleaned him off and, after helping him do his pants up, gave him a kiss on the cheek and sent him home. After cleaning herself up, she went upstairs to talk to Shelby. Surprised to not find her in her room, Donna went back down the hallway to her own bedroom.

She was stunned when she opened the door and saw her daughter, naked except for the t-shirt pushed above her breasts, snuggled against her father with her little hand furiously pumping his big cock. 

They both started when Donna opened the door, and Jack quickly pulled his daughter's hand away and yanked the blanket back over both of them.

Donna went to the bed and lifted the cover; Shelby had pulled her t-shirt down, but not far enough to cover her glistening pussy. And her hand was inches from her father's swollen cock. "What are the two of you up to?"

Jack swallowed hard. "I was just...I mean, Shelby came in here because she was upset and -- "

"I can see how upset she is."

Donna wasn't mad, just surprised. She could hardly blame her husband if he wanted to be with their daughter; she'd been letting their son fuck her brains out for the last month.

Walking over to the bed and sitting beside Shelby, she said, "What happened with Greg, honey? Wouldn't you rather be doing this with him?"

"Yes, but...when we try to have sex it just...it just doesn't work."

"What do you mean, it won't fit?"

"No...I mean, yes. I just get so afraid that it's going to hurt, and I tense up...and get all dry and tight."

Donna dipped a finger between her daughter's legs; her pussy was soaked. "Well, you're plenty wet now." 

"I know," she said, as she glanced at her father. "But that only happened when I came in here and...touched Daddy."

Donna watched Shelby's hand as she reached out and squeezed her father's thick shaft. "So it's playing with your dad's cock that's making you so wet?"

"Uh huh," Shelby moaned, as her mom kept sliding her finger back and forth between her swollen pussy lips.

"And you don't get this wet with Greg, or other boys?"

Shelby shook her head no.

"What about your brother, Chase?"

"I'd get kind of wet when I sucked on Chase, but not wet enough for him to stick his thing in. Not wet like I get with Daddy."

Donna remembered the car ride and the pained look on Shelby's face as her brother tried to get his cock inside her.

"Do you think you're wet enough now for Daddy to try to put his thing inside you?"

Shelby swallowed nervously as she looked down at her dad's thick cock. She could barely get her hand around it and had already been wondering if she could get her mouth around it; she was worried that if he tried to get it into her tiny pussy it would split her in two. But she had to try. She'd do anything not to lose Greg. She looked at her mom and slowly nodded okay.

"And what about you?" Donna said to her husband. "Are you okay with sticking your cock in your daughter?"





Meet the Strokers



Jack saw Shelby was waiting for his answer. He thought of all the times he'd jerked off while watching her, and fantasized about fucking her. And he knew she wanted it; if Donna hadn't come back her hand would have already been covered in cum.

Then he remembered. "Where were you, by the way? I thought you were going to Shelby's room."

Donna hesitated before answering. She'd planned on telling them, both of them, just not so soon. "I...umm...I went to find Greg."

"What did he say?" Shelby said. "Is he mad at me?"

Donna shook her head no as she nervously bit her lower lip, and looked first at her husband and then at her daughter. "I'd never do anything to hurt either of you, but...Greg and I just had sex in the laundry room."

"You what?" Jack said, as Shelby's jaw dropped.

"Greg cares about Shelby so much, and I want him to be part of our family. When I saw what happened in your bedroom, I knew I had to stop him for your sake, honey. I had to make sure he didn't go home angry, or disappointed."

"So...so you let him fuck you?" Shelby said.

Donna nodded. "I was worried that if I didn't take care of him he'd find another girl who would. I only did it because I care for him, and I care for you."

Shelby sniffed, tears welling in her eyes. "I guess it's only fair," she said, "seeing as how I can't take care of his needs."

"Oh, honey," she said, "you're going to be able to take care of all of his needs. We just need to figure out why you get so tense, so afraid. Greg has a nice-sized cock, but there's no reason why your pussy shouldn't be a perfect fit for it."

"And what about you?" Donna said, turning to her husband. "Are you okay with what I did?"

Jack slowly nodded. He trusted his wife completely, and knew everything she did was out of love for either him or their children. "Like you said, he's kind of family...almost...and I guess that makes it okay. He wouldn't be the first son who had a thing for his mother-in-law."

Donna leaned across her daughter and kissed her husband. "I love you," she said. "Now let's get your big cock inside Shelby while she's still wet."

Jack moved above his daughter, positioning himself between her spread legs as she reached down and stroked him hard.

"Don't hurt me, Daddy," she said, as she put her delicate hand on his hip. "Promise me you'll stop if I tell you to."

"Of course, babe, I promise," he said, and lined up his big pole with her tight hole.

"Tease her a bit, first," Donna said, and wrapped her hand around her husband's cock and teased it like a big dildo against her daughter's tiny clit.

Shelby shifted and gently bit her lower lip as her daddy's big knob teased her pink pussy. She could feel her juices flowing, and whispered, "Try to stick it in."

Donna let go of Jack's cock and watched nervously as he lined up his thick shaft between their daughter's spread legs.

As soon as he pressed forward, his knob stretching her tiny hole wide, Shelby clenched her teeth and clutched at the sheets.

"Relax," Donna said, and stroked her daughter's honey-blonde hair.

Jack tried to push forward again, and Shelby arched her back. "It hurts!"

"Honey, he's not even inside you yet."

Shelby's heart was thumping in her chest as she tried to catch her breath.

Donna gave her husband a look and he backed away. "Honey, calm down and relax. Just close your eyes and let Mommy make you feel good."

Shelby listened and closed her eyes, and gasped as she felt her mom's tongue lightly brush against her nipple. As she gently caressed her breasts and kept teasing her with her tongue and lips, Donna reached down and lightly started to tease Shelby's tiny clit with her fingers.

While she played with her daughter's pussy, she signaled to her husband to move up the bed.

He kneeled beside Shelby's head, and Donna said, "Why don't you suck Daddy for a bit, and see if that makes you feel better?"

Shelby opened her eyes, and when she saw her father beside her, waiting patiently with his thick prick hanging in front of him, she parted her lips.

Jack slid his swollen cock into his daughter's mouth and she closed her eyes again, softly sucking him as her mom teased her nipples and clit.

Moaning around her dad's stiff shaft, she swirled her tongue around the head, tasting his pre-cum.

Donna could feel how wet her daughter's pussy was getting from sucking her father's cock. She looked up at Jack, who was slowly fucking Shelby's mouth, and signaled for him to get back between her legs.

Shelby pouted as her daddy took her new suck toy away, but kept her eyes closed as her mom teased her toward an orgasm. She felt little jolts of pleasure arcing through her, and her small frame trembled as her mom's fingers danced against her clit. But then she felt her pussy overwhelmed by a different sensation, and a wave of pleasure shuddered through her body.

Shelby arched her back and moaned, as her mom's touch made her come and an electric sensation stretched her wide.

Her eyes popped open and she looked between her legs, where her dad was forcing his thick shaft inside her tiny hole.

"It's okay, honey," Donna said, seeing the fear in her daughter's eyes.

Her dad stopped where he was, with two inches of his throbbing cock inside his daughter's unbelievably tight pussy.

"Just relax, you're doing great," Donna said.

"No more," Shelby groaned, both hands on her dad's hips. "Don't put it in any more!"

"He won't. It's just a few inches like you wanted. How does it feel?"

Shelby looked between her legs, where her dad's huge cock was stretching her tiny hole painfully wide. "It feels...good," she moaned.

"Do you want him to see if he can stick in a little more?"

Shelby grimaced as she quickly shook her head no. "That's enough," she said, and collapsed in relief when her dad pulled his cock out.

Jack moved beside his daughter to comfort her. "Are you okay, honey? I don't want to hurt you."

"You didn't, Daddy," she said, as fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Then why are you crying, honey?"

"Because I've been terrified of ever letting anyone stick it in me...until you, Daddy. When I saw you...when I saw that you were actually inside of me, and that it didn't hurt, I've never felt so happy in my life."

Shelby lay between her parents as they both hugged her tightly, and when she finally stopped crying, Donna said, "You should go back to your bedroom so you can get some sleep, honey. But first, I think you'd better thank Daddy."

After Shelby finished thanking her father, and had cleaned all of his cum off of her hand, she kissed him good night and went back to her bedroom with her mom. Jack watched on the monitor as they sat on her bed and talked. And when Shelby finally went to lie down, Donna tenderly spread her daughter's legs and gave her pussy a special good night kiss.

When she finally returned to their bedroom, crawling into bed after turning off the light, Jack said, "Shelby told me that she knew about the teddy bear camera...she knew that I was watching."

Donna turned her head and whispered to her husband in the dark. "I didn't tell you because I know how you like to watch, and thought it would turn you on even more if you thought she didn't know."

"And Chase? When I was watching the two of you, did he know?"

Donna snuggled against her husband and rested her head on his chest. "Honey, did you really believe that either of them wouldn't notice that their old teddy bear was suddenly back in their room after fifteen years? Of course he knew. I told him the first day that I couldn't be with anyone, not even him, unless you were okay with it. And I told him the only condition was that you got to watch. Obviously, he agreed; he was so anxious to fuck me I think he would have done it on the front lawn if I asked him to. And Shelby...apparently our daughter is a little bit of an exhibitionist; when I told her how you loved to watch, she couldn't wait to give you a show.

"I couldn't invade either of our kids' privacy without them being okay with it first, I love them too much to ever do that. Are you mad at me for not telling you the truth?"

"Not at all," Jack said, as he gently kissed the top of her head. "It's actually a huge relief. I was having second thoughts about what we'd...about what I'd been doing. I think the only reason I went along with the hidden camera in the first place is because I trust you so much."

"I'm glad," Donna said, "because I love how we love to make each other feel good. I know most families aren't like ours, but I wouldn't trade the Strokers for any other family in the world."

The next day, Donna took her daughter to see their family doctor and she told them Shelby's problem sounded like vaginismus, an involuntary tightening of the vagina during attempted intercourse, and told them it was most likely related to her first, less than enjoyable, sexual experience.

Luckily, treatment success rates for the disorder were nearly one hundred percent. And over the course of the next week, Shelby's mom helped her with the relaxation techniques and Kegel exercises that had been recommended by a specialist. She also helped her with her vaginal dilators.

The dilators were essentially a collection of progressively sized, smooth, comfortable mini-dildos designed to lightly stretch the pelvic floor muscles.

Shelby was initially uncomfortable with even the smallest tampon-sized dilator as her mom tried to insert it, and kept working on her exercises and relaxation techniques. But they soon discovered an even better relaxation technique than the ones the doctor had recommended.

To make her more comfortable, Shelby was in her parents' bedroom. She was naked and on her back on the bed, using her dad's lap as a pillow while he stroked her hair to relax her. At the same time, Donna was gently trying to insert the dilator while teasing her daughter's swollen clit with her tongue.

As she gently rocked the dilator back and forth, not forcing it as she tried to ease it into her daughter's tight pussy, she noticed that Shelby had turned her head and was rubbing her cheek against her dad's cotton underwear as he played with her breasts.

While she was brushing her face back and forth across his stiff length, enjoying the feel of it against her skin, he popped out of the opening on the front of his boxers.

His knob looked huge right in front of her face, and when she saw a drop of pre-cum at the tip she flicked out her tongue and tasted it.

Jack watched as his daughter teased the tip of his cock, and then moaned as she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around it.

Donna watched as Shelby sucked on the head of her dad's cock, and then gradually worked her lips down his thick shaft.

As she bobbed her head back and forth, making little purring noises as she sucked her daddy off, her mom gently spread her legs wider.

Donna could see her daughter's pussy was glistening, and when she went to insert the dilator she was surprised when it slipped easily inside. Quickly changing to the next size up, she went to insert it and, even though Shelby groaned as she felt it penetrating her, was thrilled to see it also disappear inside her snug pussy.

Shelby moaned around her daddy's cock as he held her head down, fucking her mouth. And she kept twitching, feeling mini-orgasms trembling through her as her mom worked between her legs, tonguing her clit while she stroked the dilator back and forth in her tiny hole.

And when Jack groaned and filled his daughter's mouth with cum for the first time, she came too.

Donna quickly pulled the dilator out as Shelby clamped her legs shut, her first real orgasm tearing through her as she struggled to swallow her dad's load. Donna quickly moved beside her daughter, holding and stroking her as she trembled at every touch.

"Mmm, you did great, honey," she said as she kissed her daughter's hair. "And I think I've got an idea on how to get Greg's big cock where it belongs, in your pussy."

The next day, Shelby had called Greg and invited him to dinner. He was reluctant at first, after what had happened between the two of them and what had happened in the laundry room, but he was just as anxious as Shelby to make their relationship work. And if Donna's plan worked as well as she hoped, her daughter's problems would soon be a thing of the past. 

* * *

Back in the bedroom, Donna moaned; her husband's cock was so stiff it was stretching her mouth. When she glanced over her shoulder to look at the monitor, she saw why.

Shelby was sprawled naked on her bed, spreading her legs as Greg moved between them and got ready to fuck her.

Donna quickly jumped up; her eyes glued to the screen as she wiped her mouth and grabbed her housecoat.

Jack slid below the blankets, thankful that he hadn't come in his wife's mouth; his cock had a date with Shelby.

On the screen, their daughter was shifting on the bed, trying to get comfortable as Greg positioned his stiff pole against her swollen pussy lips. But as soon as he tried to penetrate her, it was obvious there was a problem.

Every time he pushed forward, Shelby grimaced and her whole body tensed. Eventually, he slumped his shoulders, knowing this still wasn't going to work, and flopped on the bed beside her, staring at the ceiling. She leaned over, talking to him, and then hopped out of bed, pulled on a t-shirt and left her bedroom.

Shelby met her mom coming from the other direction down the hallway.

"What did you tell him?" Donna whispered.

"I told him I thought Chase had some lube in his bedroom that would help, and told him to wait while I looked for it."

"Good girl," Donna said, and quickly kissed her daughter as they passed each other.

Donna waited a few seconds, and then went into Shelby's bedroom, while her daughter went to join her father. Everything was going as planned.

Two minutes later, Shelby was on all fours on her parents' bed, sucking on her dad's stiff cock while he worked a dilator back and forth in her tight pussy, trying to help her relax. They were both watching the screen as Greg sat nervously on the bed, ears alert for his girlfriend's return, while Donna sat beside him, her hand beneath the blanket and obviously wrapped around his cock.

The blanket bounced up and down as she kept his cock hard, and his eyes rolled back in his head as he slipped a hand inside her housecoat and played with her breasts.

"You better get back in there," Jack said, as he reluctantly pulled his cock out of his daughter's mouth and the tiny dildo out of her pussy. "You're ready now, and I don't think your boyfriend is going to last much longer if you don't get your mom out of there."

Shelby smiled as she gave her dad's thick shaft one last squeeze, and then ran out in the hallway and yelled, "Mom! Can you come here for a second?"

Jack watched the screen as Greg jumped at the sound of his girlfriend's voice, and then Donna gave him a quick kiss and left him on the bed, the blanket tented in front of him.

As Shelby rejoined him a few moments later, Donna came back to the bedroom to see if their plan had worked.

She nervously watched as her daughter quickly spread her legs and guided her boyfriend between them. Her pussy was soaking wet from sucking her dad's cock and Greg was hard as a rock from Donna's handjob.

Shelby grimaced as he eased forward, pressing his knob against her opening, and then gasped in relief as his shaft slipped inside her. She pulled him close and kissed him hard, and then nodded her head for him to continue. Greg slowly, ever so slowly, slid his cock inside, and Shelby's mouth opened in a silent moan as he stretched her wide.

When he was halfway in she put her hand on his chest to make him stop. And after she relaxed for a few seconds, she nodded again and he slowly pumped his hips, his cock half inside her as he slowly fucked her.

Donna clapped her hands in excitement as she watched them make love, while her husband had his hand beneath the blanket, stroking his stiff cock as he watched his little girl get fucked.

But seconds later Shelby made Greg stop, shaking her head and telling him to pull it out. After a quick kiss on the lips and a few whispered words, she left him high and dry again and headed out to the hallway as her mom appeared from her own bedroom, pulling on her housecoat.

"What's wrong?" she whispered.

"I don't know," she said, "it was going great. But then I started to think about it too much, and it started to hurt again."

Donna put her hand between her daughter's legs and felt her pussy. "You're not wet enough," she whispered. "Go suck your father some more, and I'll try to keep Greg busy."

Shelby nodded and headed down the hallway.

When he saw his daughter enter the bedroom, Jack immediately slid over to make room and pulled back the blanket so she could keep blowing him.

But Shelby slid beside him and said, "Daddy...if you don't mind doing it...I think I'd get even wetter if you rubbed it against my pussy."

Jack was surprised at the request, but wanted to help. "Sure, babe," he said, and quickly moved on top of her.

Spreading her legs as wide as they'd go, he sat on his knees between them, his heavy cock hanging only inches from her tender pussy.

Without waiting for him to start, Shelby grasped his shaft and started to tease her clit with his knob, using it like a big dildo.

Jack looked down at his baby girl, squirming on the bed as she stroked his cock against her tiny pussy with one hand while squeezing her breast with the other, and felt himself getting even harder as he saw how wet she was getting.

In the other bedroom, Greg was shocked to see Donna sneaking into her daughter's bedroom again.

"Mrs. Stroker," he said, swallowing nervously, "you can't keep coming in here. Shelby will catch us."

Donna, desperate to put him at ease, said, "It's okay, Greg, she knows I'm in here with you."

"She -- she does?"

"Yes, honey, she told me what the two of you are trying to do, and the problems you're having. She just went to look for more lube in the bathroom. And while she's looking, she wanted me to make sure you didn't go anywhere."

Greg stiffened as Donna rubbed his swollen cock through the blanket.

"Is that okay, honey? My touching you like this?"

He quickly nodded, his ears alert for any sign of Shelby's return.

"You fucked me so well in the laundry room last week," she whispered, "I don't know what I'd do if I thought you didn't want to share this beautiful cock with me too."

Greg didn't answer, he just moaned as she slid her hand under the blanket and squeezed his stiff shaft.

Donna took his hand and placed it between her legs, letting him explore the folds of her pussy. "See how wet you get me?" she whispered.

In the other bedroom, Jack was trying to watch two things at once. In front of him, Shelby had progressed from rubbing her clit with his prick and was now trying to get the head of his cock into her wet pussy, moaning as she felt it stretching her tiny hole wide. And on the television screen, he was shocked to see his wife had straddled Greg and, even though her housecoat blocked the view, was riding him like a cowgirl.

Donna hadn't planned on letting her future son fuck her again so soon, but she'd got too turned on knowing that her daughter was sucking off her dad while they both watched her give Greg a handjob. And now she was dying to get fucked.

He'd got so stiff and his cock looked so big, she just had to feel it in her pussy one more time. But now that she was bouncing up and down on his pole and he had her housecoat open, sucking on her nipples, she knew she'd made a mistake.

She reached behind, and when she squeezed his swollen balls she knew the poor kid was about to blow his load. Donna reluctantly let his cock slip out of her soaked pussy as he groaned in disappointment.