16 comments/ 152915 views/ 16 favorites The Other Graduation Present By: JRaven It was late evening as Stacey and Mark sat up in bed. Each held the magazine of choice, doing a little bedtime reading. Mark was intently interested in an article in his Sports Illustrated. Baseball season was in full swing. The Cubbies looked like they might actually have a decent season this year. Yet, Stacey barely looked at the pictures of her Women's Day. Stacey stopped and looked at an ad for Dr. Scholl's. A teenager held a pair of sneakers, supposedly smelly. Mom was handing him the Dr. Scholl's. It wasn't the Dr. Scholl's that interested her. It was the interaction between mother and son. She knew they were just actors/models. But she could sense, or at least imagine, the interaction. Maybe, she told herself, it was more than just fantasy. She thought back to that wonderful night with her son. Cuddled up nude against him, basking in the after-sex glow as she drifted off to sleep in the hotel bed they shared. She turned the corner of her mouth up, the side away from Mark, as she thought about John coming home from college in a month. He'd been in college for two years, coming home only on breaks and over the summer. And although he was no longer lustfully pursuing his mother, he did oblige her. Stacey still felt eager for him and John dutifully serviced his mother in the ways she had taught him. Which brought Stacey back to the task at hand. She sighed as the corner of her mouth dropped to a half frown. She set her magazine on the nightstand and turned toward Mark. Stacey placed her hand on his thigh. "Susan will be graduating next month. Have you thought about what we should get her?" Stacey asked her husband. Mark knew Stacey well enough to know that a "talk" was about to occur. So he set his magazine face down on his chest to keep his place. "I've been looking around at used cars. It's what I got John when he graduated high school. I figure it's only fair. Are you going to take her out to dinner like you did with John? Or, are you getting her something else?" "John liked having dinner with me," Stacey defended without telling him that it wasn't just the dinner that John liked. "Actually, I was thinking that maybe with Susan, I would get her the car and you could take her to dinner. It would help your relationship with your daughter if you spent some special time with her. Just the two of you." By now, Stacey had moved her hand to her husband's underwear, just holding him from the outside. When it came to the kids, Mark often deferred to Stacey's wishes. He figured her maternal instincts were better than his hunter/gatherer instincts when it came to raising children. Mark let out a sigh. "Well, okay. But I want to help pick out the car." Mark wanted to be sure it would be a practical car, and big enough to protect his daughter in the inevitable, teenage accident. "Although it's hard to believe that John really liked the dinner. I mean, like any teenager, I know he likes food, any food. You could have taken him to McDonald's and he would have been just as happy." As he felt Stacey softly stroking him, he remembered something else that had surprised him about that night two years ago, "And, I have no idea how the two of you sharing a room worked out." "It was okay. John was very good and respectful of his mother." Stacey reached into the fly of Mark's underwear and pulled out his cock. A little difficult because it was getting hard, Stacey wrapped her fingers around him and slowly jacked him off. Knowing that sex was going to happen after this "talk", Mark folded his magazine back and tossed it aside. Then he rolled over to face Stacey. He slipped his hand down her panties as he asked, "So just what did the two of talk about?" Stacey bent her knee to lift her leg so he had easier access to her. Mark was beginning to think he didn't get the full story two years ago. "Well… We talked about sex," was Stacey's matter of fact reply. Stacey rubbed Mark's cock faster as her own arousal increased. Mark could bring her to orgasm quickly with his fingers. "You mean he wasn't embarrassed to talk about sex with his mother?" Mark asked, somewhat incredulously. Stacey didn't answer. Instead, she let the orgasm flow through her. When she caught her breath, she explained. "He was at first. But we were both drinking quite a bit. And actually, it was more like sex-education. Sure, he learned the biology in school. But what I taught him was how to make love to a woman. Which is what you need to teach Susan." "What? How to make love to another woman? We already know she knows how to screw her little boyfriends," Mark retorted. Mark was referring to the time he and Stacey came home early one evening. Mark's wrath was directed at her then current boyfriend. Susan quickly ran to her room. But, the glimpse of Susan's brunette patch, her firm little titties barely jiggling, didn't escape his notice either. "No, silly. But she does need to learn how to please a man. She needs to know how to satisfy and please a man. Sure, she's played around with little boys. But what about the things that count?" Stacey paused long enough to throw her leg over Mark. "You need to teach her how to make a man feel alive, while thinking it was all his doing." She sat up, straddling him. "Kind of like when I showed John what it was like to have the woman on top." Mark looked up at his wife as she reached under her nightgown and guided his cock in. He reached up and cupped his wife's breasts as Stacey started rocking up and down on him. So, Stacey didn't just talk about sex, she taught John about sex. She showed him what it was like to have the woman on top. Showed him?!? They didn't just share a room. They shared the same bed. They fucked each other. Mark blew his load at the realization. Stacey noticed the light bulb go on in Mark's head. She lay down on top of him, leaving his cock in her to keep the cum from oozing out just yet. She decided to play it up a little more. "One thing that he must have gotten from you, he held my titties pretty much the same way as I fucked him. Of course, I did have to teach him just how to pinch and twist them so that they didn't hurt. So that it pleasured a woman rather than cause pain. That's what you need to teach Susan. How to truly make love to a man." "You fucked John? And now, you want me to fuck Susan? No, I don't think so." "Why not? Yes, I fucked John. And to tell you the truth," Stacey leaned down close to Mark's face. "I can't wait for him to come home for summer break so I can fuck him again. Just like we do every time he's home." Then she kissed him, holding the kiss for a few seconds to delay any protest. Stacey also rocked her hips, letting his semi-soft cock fuck her pussy a little more. It was just for emphasis, letting Mark know that she had, and would again, fuck their son. When Stacey released the kiss, Mark asked her, "So, you've been fucking our son and you're proud of it?" "I'm proud of the fact that he finds me attractive enough to fuck me. I'm proud of the fact that I taught him to be a good lover. I'm proud of the fact that when he's away at college with some girl, he's making her a very, very happy woman." Stacey unconsciously smiled slyly. "Can you say the same thing about Susan?" "No. And I don't expect to." Mark rolled Stacey over, and then himself on top of her. Some how, his dick regained its stiffness. He slid it in her. "You on the other hand, I can fuck." Stacey hooked the heels of her feet on Mark's ass and pulled his ass tighter between her legs. She wrapped her arms around him. "Admit it. She's beautiful, young, slender. And some of the outfits she wears are sexy as all hell. You mean that when you're sitting in your chair with the newspaper covering you lap that you're not hiding a hard on for her and her friends?" Stacey knew the thought of their daughter was going through his head, at least the smaller head. For the first time in years, Mark was hard again after sex. Even Mark was surprised by the hard on he had. He pumped Stacey's pussy slowly, letting his dick get harder. Looking down at his wife, he thought of her having sex with John, their son. He thought of her suggestion that he have sex with Susan, their daughter. She could be pretty sexy sometimes… "That's it, Mark. Fuck me. Fuck me like you're going to fuck Susan. Give me your cock again. Fuck me one more time, for Susan." Stacey pulled him tighter to her, roughly rubbing his back as she tried to coax him into fucking her. It didn't take a lot of coaxing. All it really took was for Mark to close his eyes and imagine Susan beneath him. He heard Stacey's moans of pleasure as she came, but to Mark's ears, it was his daughter Susan that begged him to faster, harder, and deeper. It felt to him that it was Susan's pussy that he filled with a second load of cum. + + + "Come on, Susan. Let's go for a short walk." Stacey suggested to Susan. "Aww, Mom. Can't we just drive to where ever we're going?" Susan complained. "It's not that damn far. Grab your purse and let's go." Stacey commanded. Susan grudgingly went to her room to get her purse as Stacey picked up her own. Mark was in his chair, with his newspaper. He looked up at Stacey and Stacey winked at him. Mark lifted the paper just enough to show that he did have a hard on. This was going to be Stacey's present to Susan. He already had made reservations for his present to Susan. "Just where the hell are we going anyway, Mom?" Susan asked. "You'll see…" was all Stacey would offer. They left the house and turned down the street. About two houses down, Stacey walked up to the passenger side of a car parked on the street. Stacey reached into her purse and took out a set of keys. Tossing them to Susan, "Here, why don't you drive?" "WHAT?!? Are you kidding?" Susan exclaimed. Grabbing the keys, she quickly ran over to the other side. It was a good thing there wasn't any traffic, Stacey thought. Susan hurriedly unlocked the driver's door. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a red bow on the steering wheel. Stacey had just finalized the purchase earlier that day and didn't have time to do much else. Besides, if she put a big ribbon around it like in the commercials, it would have tipped off Susan too early for the surprise. At least she picked out a red bow, Susan's favorite color. Susan sat down behind the wheel and started caressing it, looking around the inside of the car, checking out what all it had. There was a tapping noise on the passenger window. Surprised that she forgot all about her mother, Susan quickly looked around for the 'unlock' button. Finding it on the armrest of the door, she hit it. "Sorry, Mom" Susan said pleadingly as Stacey opened the passenger door. "I just got so excited. My own car!" "It's okay, I'll forgive you this time," Stacey replied. "Just don't be too excited and get into an accident." Stacey put on her seat belt. Susan adjusted her seat, the mirrors, and noticing that the steering wheel tilted, moved it around a couple of times before deciding that where it was originally suited her just fine. As her father had taught her, she put on her own seat belt before putting the keys into the ignition. The car started with a 'varoom' before settling into a purr. "Let's hit the grocery store. I need to pick up a few things for the house," Stacey suggested as a way to give Susan a place to go. Susan started off, being careful to drive as if her mother was in the passenger seat, not like she drove when she just borrowed Mom's car. After all, her mother was in the passenger seat. At the grocery store, Stacey picked up a few of the frozen pot pies she knew Susan hated. But for her and Mark, they were almost like a comfort food. When they first got married, the pot pies were cheap and they had little to spare. And John couldn't care less, he was still at the stage where he would eat almost anything. Stacey expected a reaction from Susan when she picked them up. But, Susan was still excited about having her own car. Besides excitement, Susan also felt a little pride. She likened it to the feeling she had when she first got her permit and drove her mother somewhere. This time, she was doing it as well, but in her own car. They checked out and Susan drove home. They hadn't bought much and there were only two bags. Each woman carried one bag into the house. Susan quickly set the bag on the kitchen table and walked over to her dad. "Thank you, so much Daddy," Susan cooed has she leaned over to give him a hug. Mark hugged back, his hand at the small of her back. When Susan stood back up, Mark looked up at her. His eyes only briefly hesitating at Susan's tits, barely hidden in the halter-top she wore. "Susan," Stacey said, "why don't you go to Debbie's house and show her your car?" Debbie was a friend of Susan's in high school. She lived on the other side of the district, making it a fairly short distance from school, but a long trip from one house to the other. A trip that usually required Mom or Dad to drive out late at night to pick their daughter up and take her home. Susan looked at her dad with eyebrows raised, waiting for Daddy's approval. "It's no problem, you can go. Just remember, having a car doesn't mean you can come home any time you feel like it. I still expect you home at a decent hour. And no drinking. If the cops even smell alcohol on your breath, you'll lose your license until you're twenty-one. That's almost three years." Standing behind Susan, Stacey held her finger and thumb close together. With her other hand, she made a cutting motion across her throat. Mark took the hint. "But, I guess you're a little old for lectures any more. Just be careful and have fun," Mark told Susan in conclusion. "Thank you, Daddy," Susan said to him just before planting another kiss on his cheek and bounding out the door. Stacey watched Mark watching Susan as she went out the door. She didn't need to follow his gaze to know just what he was looking at. His eyes almost bounced as they went from Susan's tits to her ass. Stacey walked over and sat on Mark's lap. "So, I take it that you already gave her that lecture?" Mark asked, assuming that was why she cut him off. "No. But you have to remember something. If you keep lecturing her like a little girl, all you're going to get are little girl pecks on the cheek." With that, Stacey reached down and patted Mark's cock, confirming her suspicions that he was still hard under the newspaper. Mark's hand reached Stacey's tit as her lips met his. Stacey continued toying Mark's hard on. John had been home from college two weeks already. Mom hadn't asked him about sex and he was cool with it. It didn't matter one way or the other, unless he was horny. His college girlfriend lived half the country away and he wouldn't see her until fall. Not that they were that serious. But for whatever reason, she couldn't seem to get enough of him in bed. John knew he would eventually be looking forward to some sack time with his mother. He walked out of his room and walked down the hall. He saw his mother on his father's lap, locked in an embrace. They didn't hear him walk to the kitchen. John closed the refrigerator a little hard, making some noise. Taking a glass from the cabinet, he closed it a little loudly. Going back to his room, he closed the door a little hard. "Hmm, I think you may have a jealous lover on your hands," Mark commented. "How do you deal with that?" "I don't think he's jealous. Hell, he never liked to see us kiss. Ever since he was a kid, it was always "gross"." "Get up a minute." Mark waited for her to get off his lap and stood up. "Come here," Mark said leading Stacey to their room. Just in case, Mark closed the bedroom door and turned to Stacey. "Would you please kneel down for me?" he asked as he undid his belt. Stacey took the hint and knelt before her husband. "My cock has been hard for a long time and I know that I need some relief," he explained as Stacey took him in her mouth. Looking down at Stacey's brunette head, it wasn't hard for him to imagine that it was Susan sucking him off. Stacey kept hers cut to about her shoulders. But Susan kept her hair long, almost to her waist. It was yet another feature of Susan that turned him on. He was now looking forward to the possibilities. Thinking about it for much of the day, and Stacey's devotion to his cock, it didn't take him long to cum. Stacey stood up, wiping some cum off her chin and licking it off her fingers. "Now, why don't you go take care of our son before he gets too upset?" "Really?" Stacey asked, surprised at what Mark was suggesting. "Okay, but first…" Stacey took off her T-shirt and tossed it on the bed. Then she took off her bra. "I'm going to make things just a little easier," she explained. Then she put just the T-shirt back on. The T-shirt was a pale yellow and Mark could make out the darker nipples underneath. "Well, I'm certain that will make it plain what you have in mind," Mark commented. Stacey turned toward the door. Mark gave her a playful swat on the ass as she opened the bedroom door and stepped across to John's room. She tapped softly on John's door. "John, can I talk to you a minute?" she asked. "Yea," John said from inside. Stepping inside, Stacey saw John at his PC, playing a video game. "You upset about something?" Stacey asked him. "You certainly seemed that way, the way you were slamming doors and all." John was still looking at his PC as Stacey knelt next to him and rocked back to sit on her heels. "No," John replied flippantly. "Sure? I was afraid you might be jealous, the way I was on your father's lap." "Why would I be jealous? I mean, according to my psych class, it's normal for boys to be jealous of their fathers when it comes to their mothers. Maybe that's why I never really liked to see you and Dad kissing and stuff." "Okay. But what does your psych class say about having sex with your mother?" Stacey asked with almost a giggle. "Oedipal Complex. Named after some Greek king that had sex with his mother." John hadn't yet looked at his mother through the conversation, keeping his attention on the video game. "Oh, come on. We can have a little fun," Stacey said, trying to get his attention off the game. Finally, she pulled the T-shirt over her head and set it on the keyboard. John was able to pause the game without seeing the F3 key. He looked now at his mother, nude to the waist. "We can have a little fun for now. But I have something special planned for this Saturday," Stacey told him as she opened John's pants and pulled his cock through his underwear. "But first, somebody needs a little help," she added, taking his limp cock in his mouth. "Don't you think Dad would wonder why the bed was creaking if we did anything?" John asked her, not sure he really wanted to do anything with his father in the house. "Well, what would you like?" Stacey asked him. She stood up, placed one of his hands on her tits and kissed him, slipping her tongue in. John responded to Stacey's tongue, the tit in his hand, and his mother's hand on his cock. Stacey broke the kiss. "See, you do want a piece of my ass," Stacey said as she tugged on John's hard on. "Come on, fuck your mother for me." "I don't have any condoms," John said, almost wishing he did. Taking his hand off her nipple, he used both hands to unzip his mother's jeans. A little tight, he had to wiggle them down, taking her panties with them. He pushed them down past her knees. One hand slipped between her thighs and the other went back to her tits. "Mmm, that's it, Baby. Make your mother happy." John's finger teased her pussy lips apart and entered her. When it was sufficiently wet, he moved to her sensitive clit. Stacey let out a soft, "oh." She stroked his now hard cock with more earnest. Again, she bent her lips to his. Slowly she started gently rocking her hips as if to meet a pounding cock. The Other Graduation Present John knew she came when she squeezed his cock hard, broke the kiss and quietly moaned, "Oh fuck. That felt good." John took his hand from between her thighs, thinking he had satisfied her enough. Maybe he could get back to his game. But Stacey pulled his cock in the direction of her crotch. "Come on, give it to your mother. My pussy needs your hot, young cock," Stacey breathed more than she spoke. "But I don't have any condoms. And if you have any hidden in your room, you can't very well go get them like that," John told her with a little more logic than Stacey was capable of at the moment. "I'm taking your cock one way or another," Stacey told him as she quickly dropped back down on her knees. "Let me taste you." She kissed the tip of his cock. "Let me love you." She said to the cock. She took it full in her mouth, going down on it and then back up. To John's cock, she told it, "cum in my mouth, let me taste your sweetness." Stacey hungrily sucked John's cock, giving him better head than Mark had received. After years of marriage, Stacey had sucked off Mark many times. But every time she had John in her mouth, it was like a special treat. Having his cock in her pussy was an even better treat. John admitted to himself that his mother did give him the best blowjob he ever got. It wasn't the fact that it was his mother. He enjoyed the sex, but there were a lot of other women he'd like to fuck. But his mother was certainly good in bed. There's something to be said for experience. John didn't pursue his mother. But enjoyed being pursued by her, enjoyed having her ask him for sex. Usually, he had to almost beg for sex from his girlfriends. It turned him on when the woman currently trying to suck the cum from his balls came to him asking for sex. John obliged his mother and shot his load into her mouth. "Mmm," Stacey moaned, holding his cum her in mouth as if savoring it. She swallowed, then licked and sucked the rest of his cum off his cock. She looked up at John with a broad smile on her face. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?" She stood up and with her arms wrapped around his head, pulled him to her bare breasts. "Just wait until Saturday. We're really going to have a fucking good time. Or is that a good time fucking?" Stacey felt it was funny. But, she was in a happy mood having her lover at home again. "You mean when Dad takes Susan to dinner? Umph, bet they don't have the same fun we did," John said, thinking back to that first night with his mother. "No, I don't think they will," Stacey said, not revealing anything. "But we'll be able to repeat that night, without the room service guy." They both chuckled about that, when Stacey thought that the guy had left and she revealed herself from the bed covers. "Unfortunately, Mom. Saturday might not be a good night either. Jackson is coming over Saturday and we'll be online late at night." "What? Who the hell is Jackson? Can't you make it a different night?" "No, we can't. He's bringing his laptop and we're playing an online game. There's two guys that live in Germany that we're playing against. We set this up a month ago just before finals. We can't cancel now." John wrapped his arm around Stacey and caressed her ass. "But don't worry, we have all summer. I promise we'll have fun later." John pinched her ass, firmly but not real hard. "Watch it," Stacey said as she backed out of his hold. She pulled up her panties, then her jeans. "Hand me my T-shirt, Honey." She was more than just a little upset that John had invited one of his friends over on the one night they were sure to be able to sleep the night together. And the one orgasm he had given her just made her more horny for a hard cock up inside her, good and proper. Stacey pulled on the T-shirt. She tilted her head forward and pulled the back of her hair from inside the back of the shirt. Dressed, Stacey left the room, closing the door behind her. Stacey walked to the living room where Mark was. Placing a knee on the chair between his legs, she leaned forward and interrupted his reading with a kiss. "At least he fingered me to an orgasm. But two blow jobs and only one orgasm just makes me hornier than hell. You better be ready tonight," Stacey warned. Mark beamed at his wife. Looking at the nipples beneath the shirt, he reached out and played with them. "Eager to get laid, are you? Question is, by which one of us?" "Shit. I'm so fucking horny right now, I could almost go tell John that you know all about us. And then, fuck you both. Mark knew she was horny by the frequent use of the word that so strikingly describes what she wants. "Fuck this" and "fuck you" really meant, "fuck me" "Fear not, my little fuck machine. Tonight I promise to give you all the fucking you need," Mark replied, in a manner that she would understand. "But for now, how about some dinner? I'm going to need my strength tonight." Stacey got up with an impish grin. She thought to herself that maybe having John around would actually get her more sex from Mark. He seemed to kind of enjoy the idea of her having sex with John. Or maybe he was just more interested in having her blessing as he fucked Susan. Stacey placed the pot pies on a cookie sheet and slid it into the oven. Setting the timer, she went back to the living room and turned on the TV. Before she could get to into a program, Mark asked her, "You want to go shopping after dinner? I want to pick up something for Susan to wear Saturday night." "Oh? What did you have in mind?" "I don't know. Just a nice outfit for her to wear to dinner. You know all her sizes and all." "Okay. After dinner it is, then," Stacey replied, looking back at the TV. 45 minutes later, the timer went off. "Dinner's ready!" Stacey yelled down the hall to let John know. Getting the pot pies out of the oven, she placed them on the counter. She placed each on a plate as John came into the kitchen. John didn't say anything, but Stacey could see that he took a quick look at her tits. The attention just made her hornier. Stacey and Mark sat at the table to eat. John took his plate to his room. "I'll be taking Susan to the same place you took John. What do you think Susan should wear?" "Well, it is pretty classy. She has to wear a dress of some sort. I was wearing one of my skirt suits for work. It was okay because there were a lot of business types there. But Susan certainly doesn't have one of them. Maybe we could pick her up one?" "Yea, it might work. And when she graduates college in four years, she can wear it a second time at a job interview," Mark joked. "But seriously, I'm sure she could wear it elsewhere where she needs to be a little more classy than she usually is." "Then it's settled. When we get to the mall, we can look around and pick out the style and color." "Of course, I'm sure you and John will be having your own fun while Susan and I are out." Stacey frowned, "no. He invited his friend over that night to stay up and play Internet games." She looked in the direction of John's room. "I'm so pissed at him for that." With a pout, she stabbed a piece of chicken and jammed it in her mouth. Mark was a little surprised, but decided to say no more on the subject. They finished eating, and placed their dishes in the sink. Stacey walked back to John's room and knocked. John opened the door for his mother. "John, your dad and I are going out shopping. We'll be back in a couple of hours." "Okay, Mom. But first, you might want to put your bra back on," John warned his mother. "Your nipples do show through that shirt." "Oh, you mean these?" Stacey asked as she flipped the top up and then down quickly. She turned to go to her own room. John closed the door, never noticing his father in the living room, smiling down the hallway. But Stacey saw him looking at her and knew that Mark saw her flash John. If Mark had any doubts whatsoever that she had in fact screwed his son, Stacey knew they were dispelled now. Dressed, Stacey left her bedroom. "Shall we go?" she asked, as a way of saying, "let's shop!" Mark opened the door for Stacey and beamed at her as she walked out. The drive to the mall was short and quick. It wasn't long and they were in the ladies' department, looking at the business suits. "I'm not really liking a lot of these," Stacey informed Mark. "I mean, this one would be one I would get for me. But I know it's not what would work on Susan." Mark just nodded in agreement. He was out of his element, knew it, and didn't really mind. He knew he was here for the payment portion of the shopping trip. "Wait… Wait." Stacey said suddenly. She moved away from the racks of suits to a section close by. Picking up a small, black dress, she looked over at Mark with a look that said, "come here." She waited for Mark. "Every woman needs a little black dress. This would be perfect for Susan." On the hanger with the dress was a small jacket. Stacey took it off the hanger. "Hold this," she ordered, handing it to Mark. Stacey held the dress up to look at it. It had a halter-top with slender strips that tapered to strings that went around the neck. Just below where the tits would be were two strings to tie around the back. From there, there was enough material for a wrap around skirt that tied in front. The whole dress seemed to tie onto the body. Stacey took the jacket back from Mark and checked it against the dress. It was long enough to go past Susan's waist, providing some modesty by covering her back and shoulders. Stacey doubted that after Saturday the jacket would see much use. But still, every woman should have a little black dress. "We'll get this one," Stacey announced. "We" meant that she picked it out and Mark would pay for it. They made their purchases and strolled the mall, checking out the shop windows, occasionally going into one. Mark stopped in front of the Frederick's of Hollywood store. "Thinking of getting me something?" Stacey asked, pleased at the thought. "Huh, actually, I was thinking of maybe getting Susan something. But we can certainly get you something as well," Mark replied, realizing his faux pas. Stacey giggled at the idea of buying her daughter lingerie for her to wear for Mark. "Okay, let's go in." Stacey and Mark browsed the few aisles. It was hard for Mark to look at the lingerie and not think of either Stacey or Susan wearing it. Susan had the darker complexion like Stacey and the pale yellow T-shirt did look nice without the bra. Even with the bra, it set off her skin nicely. Mark had already decided that what ever they got, it would be yellow. "This looks nice," Mark commented to Stacey as he pointed to a baby doll. "Is this what you want?" Stacey asked as she checked it out. "Doesn't have crotchless panties. I would think you would want easier access. But get the red one, not the yellow one." "I think the yellow would look good on her. Just like it does on you." "But red is her favorite color. More of a chance she'll put it on." Mark could see Stacey's point. "Okay. And, maybe the next time I'll get crotchless. Of course, what ever you pick out could be crotchless." Although, he thought, the odds of there even being a next time that he bought his daughter lingerie were pretty slim. "I've already picked out something. I'm just waiting for you." "And you think I'll like it?" "I don't know. But I do think John will like it," Stacey replied with a smug look. "Sometime this summer, he'll get to see it." She knew he wouldn't be seeing her in it with his friend over. Mark responded to Stacey's tease by placing his hand on her back pocket, and then pinching her ass. Stacey searched the rack for Susan's size and found it. With it in hand, she went to another aisle. There, she picked out a sheer body stocking in white. "Think anything will show through?" she asked, not serious at all. Mark looked her up and down, thinking of her dark bush, her dark nipples, thinking that not much would be hidden. He noticed that they were in fact crotchless. On the way to the counter, Mark reached out and grabbed something, but Stacey didn't see what it was. Yet, when the sales clerk started ringing the items, Stacey was able to see that Mark had picked up a pair of silk boxers, solid black. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow. "Could you hold on a minute?" Stacey asked the clerk. Quickly she went back and picked up a blue pair of the silk boxers. Returning to the counter, Stacey handed them to the clerk. The clerk just rang everything up, not realizing that of the four sexy little nothings, there were four different sizes. They walked out of the store and headed back to where they came in. "Actually, I've got a black scarf that I thought I would tie around me," Stacey mentioned. "It will hide the fact that the stocking is crotchless until the proper time comes." "You have a dirty mind. Me, I figure I can wear the boxers under my pants during dinner." "Now you know why I have a dirty mind. Twenty years of living with you." Once home, they hid their purchases in their bedroom. Susan came home ten minutes later. If they had been much longer, they would have been seen carrying the Frederick's bag into the house. + + + "Daddy! I just love this dress you got me!" Susan exclaimed as she came out of her room. Once in the living room, she turned around so that Mark could see the whole dress. It did look good on her. Even Jackson gave a wolf whistle that caused Susan to blush a little. It bristled Stacey a little. She realized that it could be because he whistled at her daughter, or it could be because he was here at all, keeping her from John. "Well, don't forget the jacket. It is part of the outfit," Stacey reminded Susan. Mark waited as Susan went back to her room to get the jacket. "It doesn't have any buttons," Susan stated, thinking there was something wrong with it. "It's not supposed to have buttons," Stacey informed her. "It's just something to put over your shoulders. When you go from outside to inside during the summer, the A/C can send more than just chills down your spine." Susan caught her drift. The material was thin. Once chilled, her nipples would stick out like thumbs, sore or otherwise. She pushed one side of the jacket back and put her hand on her hip. At least she could show the nipple to the guys that she wanted to show it to. Taking her hand away, the jacket fell back in front. It would hide any protruding nipples from everybody else. She didn't realize that she was also giving Jackson a show. Stacey watched her daughter checking out how to work the dress. It was a little shorter than Stacey expected it to be. But, it was a little black dress. Maybe it was just her motherly instincts kicking in. Stacey decided that at least if Susan bent over, no one would see her panties. Then she realized that Susan probably wouldn't be wearing any. The only thing under the dress would be a pair of pantyhose and some perfume. But still, it was long enough to keep her daughter decent. Mark looked at his watch, "well, are you about ready to go? Our reservations are for 7:00." Mark had gotten a later reservation so that not quite as many people would be there. "Okay, Dad. I'm ready," Susan replied, picking up her purse. Susan was still pretty excited at the freedom her own wheels gave her. Mark allowed Susan to drive, giving careful directions and being wise not to make them so detailed that he was driving the car as much as Susan. Mark had Susan stop at the valet parking pickup and drop off. Susan was a little apprehensive about letting somebody drive off in her car. Mark walked into the hotel's restaurant, his arm around Susan. Looking down at her, he wondered what everybody else might think. Of course, he considered that there might be thoughts about him being overly friendly with his daughter. That was just a little paranoia on his part. But he also wondered if they thought he had picked up some young escort for the evening. He felt like he was with a sweet young thing that he was doing on the side and decided that it would be the most common thought. Briefly, he thought of one of the file clerks at work. But, he really didn't care what anybody thought. Once seated, they ordered drinks. Unlike when Stacey took John out to dinner, Susan wasn't allowed any alcohol. Drinking laws had been seriously tightened in recent years. So, Susan drank Coke, Mark had a red wine. He kept them at a minimum, not wanting to screw anything up. Well, except for Susan if everything worked out right. Mark had to convince Susan that despite the prices, she really could order whatever she wanted. She settled on the blackened salmon, while Mark had the prime rib. As they ate, Mark asked her about her plans for after college. He purposely kept his advice short. Instead, he mostly asked questions and learned quite a bit about his daughter. Finally, the waiter cleared the dishes and they sat back, enjoying the drinks and the talk. Occasionally, and only briefly, the discussion touched on sex. But finally it came out, the time Stacey and Mark caught her on the sofa. "Yea, I know. That was a mistake," Susan admitted. "He totally freaked and broke up with me. The day after we broke up, I found out about his other girlfriend. Found out that he even liked her a lot more. He was just using me for what she wasn't giving up to him. And I was stupid for screwing him, hoping he would like me. The jerk." "Susan. You need to realize that you are unique and special. Sex is something best left for love. Save the special gift of sex for when both of you are in love with each other. Sex will attract a man, but all he'll be attracted to is sex." Susan looked at her Coke. "John said that when he and Mom went out, he got to have beer. Why can't I?" "The laws have changed a lot since then. Too many kids getting killed in accidents." "Can I just sneak a couple of sips from your glass of wine?" Mark looked around and decided that there were enough people around for his benefit. "No, too many people. But I tell you what, we can go somewhere else where you can have something to drink. And, we can talk a little more privately. First I need to pay the bill." When the waiter was walking past the table, Mark got his attention. "I'd like to charge this to room 609. And if you could, would you send a bottle of the wine to the room?" Mark looked at Susan a moment and added, "and a bottle of your white zinfandel as well." "Yes sir. Anything else?" "No, thank you." Mark handed the waiter his room key, which the waiter checked and handed back. Mark signed the check, noted the room number, and left a hefty tip. It was the waiter's reward for good service, and not asking questions about who would be drinking the second bottle of wine. "Shall we go?" Mark asked Susan. Standing, he held Susan's chair for her. Susan stood not sure what to think. As they left the restaurant and went through the lobby, Susan asked, "So why did you get a room?" She knew why she and her last boyfriend wished they could afford a motel room. "Well, this is our night, just the two of us. And you did want to drink. But I didn't feel like sharing you with John and your mother. So I got us a room. You can drink the wine, we can talk, and nobody will know." Susan accepted his explanation. After all, she was going to get to drink an entire bottle of wine. She wondered what it would be like, getting drunk with Dad. In the elevator, Mark looked at Susan's reflection in the shiny elevator doors. She seemed happy to have the special time with Daddy. And she had the same Italian hot-bod that her mother had. Except, Susan's hot-bod was more like the body Stacey had when they first started dating. Mark pictured the lingerie on her in his mind. He was feeling stirrings in his pants as the doors opened. He was almost glad, not wanting his daughter to see him with a hard on, yet. The Other Graduation Present Mark had checked into the room earlier in the day just to make sure everything would be okay. Or maybe he did it because he was excited and eager about the possibilities. One thing he did was to turn the A/C down a little. He knew, or hoped, that there would be nudity and didn't want his daughter to be too cold to undress. "Finally," Susan said, stepping into the room. "A place that's warm enough to take this off." She shed the coat and Mark took it from her, hanging it up. Then he removed his suit jacket and did the same. He stuffed the tie in one of the jacket's pockets. "When room service knocks on the door, step into the bathroom and close the door. The server might not have the same discretion that the waiter did." "Okay," Susan said with a shrug as she looked around the well-furnished room. It had two double beds, so she wouldn't actually have to sleep with her father. There was a table with four chairs near the window, a single dresser with six drawers. Susan opened a drawer, found it empty, and opened another one. "They're all empty. The maids always make sure of it. No doubt hoping somebody forgot a million bucks in one of them," Mark told her. Susan smiled at his slight humor and walked over to the window. Mark was glad she didn't find anything. Looking out the window, Susan could see the city lit up. She marveled at the lights and the distance she could see when the knock came at the door. Shooting her father a knowing smile, she darted for the bathroom. When the bathroom door closed quietly, Mark opened the room door. The server with a cart waited outside. Mark stepped aside to let him in. The server wheeled the cart in, noticing that the bathroom was occupied. Sometimes he got good gossip when making late deliveries like this. With two different bottles of wine, he expected some. He took his time, placing a tray on the table, the two glasses, and the two bottles of wine. "Would you like me to open both of them?" he asked Mark. "Please," Mark replied. The server figured that there was going to be some fun in the room tonight. But he wished he knew who was hiding in the bathroom. Maybe he'd just make up something about there being another man in the room. He finished up, realizing that the person in the bathroom wouldn't be coming out until after he left. As he wheeled the cart toward the door, he saw Susan's jacket. It was decidedly a woman's jacket, he noticed. A married guy cheating on his wife, or maybe a business traveler with an escort. It would have to be a pretty high priced escort for him to order a bottle just for her. Besides, the jacket was expensive looking. Okay, change of story, he thought as he turned into the hall. But he didn't think he'd ever get as good a story as the time when he worked the morning shift. The time a younger man opened the door. The time an older woman sat up in bed, showing him her tits. When Mark closed the door, he waited until he could no longer see the server through the peephole. Then he tapped on the door, "you can come out now, the boogey man is gone." Boogey man was the fictional character of Susan's youth that was always hiding somewhere. Daddy would chase him away and make Susan safe. Susan opened the bathroom door, a little giddy at the thought of doing something sneaky with Daddy. Little did she know, Daddy had even naughtier things planned. Mark poured the two glasses of wine. Handing hers to Susan, "Congratulations, Graduate." They clinked their glasses, and raised them up. Susan paused to relax her smile so that she could take a drink. Mark sipped, Susan swallowed. "Let's sit on the bed. It looks more comfortable than these chairs," Mark said to her as he walked over to the gap between the two beds. He sat down on the one that would allow him to face the table where Susan still stood. To his surprise and delight, Susan sat next to him rather than on the bed across from him. "So, what do you want to talk about?" Susan asked. "Well, what can we talk about that's best done without other people around?" "About how badly your Cubbies are doing this year?" Susan teased. A giggle proceeded, "and of course, there's always sex." Mark smiled nervously and hoped she didn't notice. "Sex is good, sometimes even better than the Chicago Cubs. Besides, you do need to learn things that your friends can't teach you." "Like what? We share stuff. Besides, it's not like I get a lot of complaints. Only a few." "We'll handle the complaints later. But you do have to realize that your friends are just learning, the same as you. It's better to talk to someone that actually knows. You know, you can always come to your mother or I." Mark noticed that Susan's glass was already empty. He set his down on the nightstand and took hers. "I know that I can always "talk" to you and Mom. And Mom has talked to me, and talked to me, and talked to me… I already know more than I want to know about AIDS, syphilis, gonorrhea, and safe sex. Of course, Mom never talked to me about how to do it." Susan giggled at that thought. Handing Susan the refilled glass, "now that's precisely what we can talk about. Who better to tell you what a guy wants than your own Dad? I'm not sure your mother would approve, but what the hell," Mark lied. He knew Stacey would not only approve of him telling his daughter how, but in some twisted way, Stacey was hoping that he would demonstrate how. "Yea, right. Like you and Mom get freaky." "How do you think you came into this world?" "I know THAT, Daddy. It's just hard for me to see you guys doing things. The only thing I've ever seen you guys do besides kiss is that a few times, I've caught you briefly touching Mom's boobs." "That's part of our code. It lets her know that I want to have sex that night. She used to have a bra that had frilly lace on it. You couldn't tell looking at her shirt, but I could feel it with my hand. If I felt the lace, I knew she wanted sex as well. Do you remember her ever asking about where her gardening gloves were?" "All the time it seems," Susan conceded. "Well, that was part of the code as well. The first time your mother and I had sex, it was at your grandparents', her parents, house. We did it in the garden. "Gardening gloves" refers to the garden where we did it and the condom that we should have used. John was born nine months later." "Wow. I could figure out that Mom was pregnant when you guys got married. No wonder she preaches safe sex so much. I don't know if you noticed when you caught us, but he was wearing a condom." "Actually, I took a quick glance to make sure. If you think I was mad, you should have seen your mother's dad. He didn't really warm up to me until you were about five and John was seven. I guess at that point, he figured your mom and I were a fairly permanent thing. So, is that "freaky" enough for you? " Susan gulped down the last swallow of her wine and handed the glass to her dad. "Boy. I'm learning all kinds of things about you and Mom. What else do you and Mom do when you're horny?" "Well, there's always lingerie. Guys like lingerie. It hides and it shows. Really, it shows, but bars access. It teases in a sensual way. And best of all, for a guy, it shows that the lady can be sensual and sexual herself. It's a really big turn on. Your mother has all kinds of outfits. In fact, one of the drawers of her dresser is nothing but lingerie." "I've seen it before. I first found it looking for presents one time long ago. But I just never really pictured Mom wearing any of it to turn you on." Mark briefly pictured Stacey in the white body stocking, and his son admiring her in it. After a moment's thought, Susan added, "but it's not like I get much of a chance to turn some guy on by wearing anything sexier that a halter top." Mark stood up and took her glass. Taking both glasses to the table, he finished his. "I tell you what. I've got another surprise for you." Mark poured, then took the filled glasses to the dresser and set them down. He opened the bottom, left drawer and took out a wrapped gift. It was a shirt box, wrapped in white tissue with a red ribbon around it. Susan stood to accept the new gift. "Don't open it yet. Go into the bathroom, open it, and put it on." Susan was a little apprehensive, but took the wrapped box into the bathroom and closed the door. Mark stood near the door. He could hear the rustling of the paper, Susan catching her breath as she saw the red baby doll. A period of quiet. Then, "Daddy! I can't wear this in front of you!" Mark hoped the soundproofing in the walls would be good enough. "Nonsense, I'm your father. You can see you'll look sexy in it. Let me see it." He said 'see it' rather than 'see you'. Another period of quiet. Then the door opened. Mark instantly saw his daughter in a completely different light. Her long, brunette hair was separated in the back with the two strands over each shoulder, trying to hide her breasts and failing at it. One hand tried to hold the hair over her breasts. The other hand was placed at her crotch, but part of her bush was plainly visible through the thin material. "Daddy!" Susan exclaimed, seeing her Dad wearing nothing but the silk boxers. The front of the boxers poked out by his hard cock. Instinctively, Mark's cock twitched at Susan's attention. It caused the boxers to wave as if there were a breeze. "What?" Mark asked innocently. "I just wanted to prove to you that lingerie can turn a guy on." Mark picked up the wineglasses and handed Susan her glass. Without waiting for further comment, he sat back down on the bed. "Now this is freaky. Okay, Dad. I'll admit it. You and Mom can get freaky. Certainly, you can be pretty freaky." Susan sat down on the other bed, opposite of Mark. Presumably to be further away from him in her state of undress, not realizing that it gave Mark a good view of his sexy daughter. + + + John could tell his mother was disappointed. Even with him and Jackson pitching in together to buy the pizza all three of them ate didn't seem to help any. When they finished eating, Stacey headed for her bedroom. John whispered quickly to Jackson and followed, leaving Jackson to watch the movie they were watching as they ate. He caught up to his mother just inside the bedroom door. "Mom?" John asked. "Are you okay?" Stacey turned around and sighed at her son. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't know that Dad and Susan were going to be gone." John wrapped his arms around Stacey and held her close. Talking softly into John's chest, "It's just that I thought we could have a nice, romantic evening together." "I know, Mom," John replied sheepishly. He moved his right hand to his mother's front, fondling her breast. Stacey sniffed. "I know I really have no right to be upset. But being with you makes me feel so much younger again." John took his hand off his mother's tit to tilt Stacey's head up. He kissed her softly once, then again longer, letting his tongue lick her lips before parting them. He slid his hand back under his mother's shirt. First fondling the breast, then going behind her to unclasp the bra. When his hand reached under the bra to caress the bare breast, Stacey spread her legs to shoulder width. Raising one foot onto the ball of her foot, she pressed her thigh against him. Pushing, but not squeezing his balls, she could feel John's cock getting hard against her thigh. She could even feel it's heat through both layers of jeans and wished she could feel it inside her. With both hands now on her tits, John broke the long kiss. He could tell by the look on his mother's face, she was enjoying herself and wanted more. Lifting his elbows, he pushed the shirt up. Then he grasped the sides and pulled the shirt up. Once her head cleared the collar, he pushed it back down behind her. He quickly kissed her again to stifle any complaint. One hand held her close to him. One went back to her tits. With her arms practically tied behind her by her shirt, Stacey felt vulnerable. But being vulnerable in John's arms wasn't so bad. She returned the kiss with passion, moving her leg back and forth to rub against John's hard on. When they broke the kiss to gaze into each other's eyes, Stacey realized that the door was still open. And, she remembered that there was a stranger in the house. "John," she said in a hushed tone. "We have to stop. Your friend is out there." "Jackson won't mind. He's busy watching the movie." "No. We can't." John moved around behind his mother. With one hand on a boob, the other went down to her crotch. He pressed his hard on against her ass. "I'm telling you, Jackson won't mind. As roommates, one of us would have a girl in bed as the other studied. It's no big deal." It still amazed John that girls didn't seem to mind that Jackson was in the room as he was giving them the benefit of his attentions. To Stacey, it was a big deal. If she had a lover and was screwing him on the sofa when John and Jackson walked in, she wouldn't be in half the trouble she would be in if she were caught with her son. Stacey tried to step out of her son's grasp, but he continued to hold her. "Watch this, I'll prove it to you," John whispered in his mother's ear. Then he lifted his head. "Hey, Jackson. Come here a minute!" Stacey was surprised by how quickly Jackson appeared in the doorway. She didn't even have time to try and spin around so that he wouldn't see her topless. Her eyes looked Jackson up and down, verifying what her brain already knew. Jackson was completely naked. Unwillingly, she fixated on his swaying cock. She was amazed at the way it swayed. It was at least a good inch bigger than Mark or John. She looked up at Jackson's face to see a beaming, proud young man. "Now that's a nice set of tits," Jackson said to them. She had been set up, Stacey knew. "What to do?" was the question that flashed through her mind. Should she go ballistic? She felt before she saw Jackson reach up with both hands, knocking one of John's out of the way. Her tits were in this guy's hands. Feeling John's cock against her ass shift, she figured it out. She moved her hand and took hold of John. "Looks like I'm getting fucked twice tonight," she told Jackson, still in shock. + + + "Okay, so besides missionary, Mom on top, and doggie, what other positions have you guys fucked?" Susan asked. She had slipped earlier, and when her father didn't say anything, she had tested him again. Apparently, this very frank discussion about sex allowed the use of the word 'fuck'. "Well, we've done it with her bent over the table and me going in from behind. She's even sat on my lap while I sat on the washer. Spin cycle is the best. One of my favorites is for her to lie on her stomach. Then I lay on top of her and go in." Susan thought about it a minute. "That doesn't make sense. How could you get it in?" "Stand up a sec. I'll show you without actually doing anything," Mark told her. Curiosity and wine got the better of Susan and she stood, waiting to be instructed. Mark stood, moving behind Susan. He held her hips gently and pressed her body against his. Susan could feel her father's hard on between her cheeks and waited for him to move in such a way that he would have been able to enter her. Instead, she felt him rocking his hips, sliding his cock up and down the crack of her ass. "Anal? Mom lets you fuck her in the ass?" Susan asked, surprised that Mom let Dad fuck her ass. She knew her father was rubbing his cock against her. She just wasn't sure if she wanted to do anything about it. "Not very often. Your mom doesn't really care for it. But, she'll give me her ass every once in a while as a special treat. Like the time I was promoted at work." Susan hadn't moved away and Mark continued rubbing his cock in the crack of her ass. He wished he was in her ass. Mark moved his hands up to her tits, just as he would have with Stacey. Susan moved her hands up. Not to move his away, but too lightly hold them there. "You have to very careful, doing anal, "Mark explained. "There's a lot of things to consider." "Like what?" Susan asked, stepping away. She sat back down on the bed, this time next to where her father had been sitting. Feeling herself aroused, she decided to dick tease Daddy a little. She sat down sideways, folding a leg under her. She suspected it was partly the wine, knew it was partly the talk about sex and the juicy secrets she was hearing about her parents. She also wondered if the two of them being half-naked had anything to do with it. She thought to herself that if he wasn't her father, she could easily fuck the hell out of him right now. Mark picked up Susan's wineglass and handed it to her. Picking up his own, he sat down in much the same way. Looking down at his glass to take a drink, he couldn't help but notice Susan's crotch. It was much closer to him now that she was right in front of him. He could easily see her dark patch, a glistening wetness at the very bottom. So, he thought, his daughter was enjoying herself. He wished he could enjoy her as well. He looked back up as he took the sip. His dick was so hard it hurt. That her father was looking at her crotch did not go unnoticed. Susan took a sip of her wine to hide the smile that would have betrayed her pleasure at her father's discomfort. Mark proceeded to inform his daughter about positions, lubricants, the need to gently ease past the sphincter, and to never, ever go from one hole to the other. He tried to tell her the pleasure he felt in her mom's, but the best description he could come up with was a very tight fuck. He admitted to not knowing what she felt. At that, he decided to top off their glasses. "Brad, my first real boyfriend was the first guy I gave a hand job to. I could never really figure it out though. Usually he liked it, but sometimes it was like I just wasn't doing it right," Susan told her dad as he poured the wine. "I mean, how do you screw up a hand job?" Sitting back down, Mark pondered his next move as he sipped his wine. He wanted to be sure he wasn't thinking with his dick. But finally, he decided 'what the hell'. He held his cock through his boxers, wrapping the silky material around it. "Go ahead and hold it," he said. Susan blushed at the thought of actually holding her father's cock. But with the boxers covering it, decided it would be okay. She nervously and gingerly held it. "No, wrap your fingers around it. That's it. Now squeeze it. Harder. Squeeze as tight as you can." Susan gripped it as tight as she could. Looking up at her father, she noticed a big smile. "That doesn't hurt?" she asked. "Not at all. Your hand feels pretty good, actually. See, you can actually do quite a bit with a hard cock. Now stroke it like you were giving a hand job." Susan blushed again at the idea of giving him a hand job. "Okay, but just a little," she told him. She didn't want to see her father squirting cum all over the place. Susan slowly pulled her hand toward her, then back, then toward her again. "Okay, hold on. You have to stroke it straight up and down. Keep the bottom of your hand pointed to the bottom of my cock." Mark wrapped his hand around Susan's, which was wrapped around his cock. He moved her hand side to side a little. "Going side to side," he then moved it forwards and back, "or like this makes my cock want to bend. A hard cock doesn't like to bend." He moved her hand up and down his cock. "But like this is the best way to do it. A little side to side is okay with my dick in your mouth or your pussy. But in your hand or anal, it has to be straight up and down." He released his hand, this lesson over. But Susan continued stroking, as if to practice. Mark enjoyed the silky softness against his cock, his daughter's strokes. But he knew that now wasn't the time. He brushed her hand away, "let's not make a mess, just yet."