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Tuesday Is Guest Star Day

By: Charles Petersunn



This story has a similar structure to Nicholas Meets the Parents. I had a number of requests to extend Nicholas Meets the Parents to a more explicitly incestuous outcome. However, that story was intended to be and was originally classified as simply exhibitionistic. It was shifted to the incestuous category due to the family nudity. The current story concerns a new family, but hopefully one more to the liking of those who enjoy the incestuous theme. If you don't enjoy such stories then you really shouldn't read this.

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Karen Dodd was such a nice girl. She was so terribly sweet and considerate. She had the perkiest of personalities, always wearing an endearingly gay smile that revealed the cutest of dimples. She might not win a beauty contest. She wasn't a striking blonde beauty with large breasts. She was more lovely and pretty than beautiful. Her breasts, were, shall I say it again, perky, rather than impressive. She was though a pretty girl with lovely green eyes, fluttering lashes, rosy cheeks, and long brunette hair. And, I really have to add: the cutest little bottom. Her fiancee, Tom, never seemed to miss an opportunity to give her a little affectionate pat on her bottom, and, true to form, she didn't seem to mind. She would in fact just return with that infectious giggle of hers. She might complain a bit, saying, "Now you stop that Tommy Cole or I'll tell my father on you," but that little tush would, once again, and soon, be presenting itself, gaily poking out as if to be asking for another spank. Karen might not win the beauty contest, but she would certainly win the Miss Congeniality award.

Tom was, once again, visiting her home. It was only natural now, as Karen and Tom had recently become engaged. He couldn't be happier, and he considered himself to be the luckiest guy in the world. Who could not fall in love with those warm, sweet, green eyes. It had seemed like everything in the world was suddenly so right when she said "yes."

They might be a bit young to be getting married. They were both only eighteen years old (although getting close to 19). But, they had known each other since senior year in high school and were so clearly terribly much in love, that it just seemed pointless to put it off. And, happily, neither of their parents objected. Karen's parents were in fact ecstatic.

With the engagement Mr. James Dodd said that Tom should no longer knock on the door when he arrived at their house. Mr. and Mrs. Dodd felt that he was pretty much a member of the family and no family member ever knocked. They were embracing him "within the bosom of their home," as Mrs. Dodd liked to say.

In fact, Tom was now even being invited over on Tuesday night. Tuesday was a very special family night at the Dodd household, where they discussed family issues, planned future events, assigned or revised household tasks, and addressed whatever conflicts or concerns might have arisen over the past week. It was an honor to attend, and he did indeed feel duly honored.

Mrs. Dodd greeted him as he came through the door. Tom could see where Karen got her lovely disposition. Mrs. Dodd was such a pleasant and charming hostess, as well mother. "Oh my, it's Tommy Cole. My goodness, you startled me Tommy."

"I thought I'd come over a bit early, Mrs. Dodd, in case you needed some help with anything."

"My, my, that's so thoughtful. You're such a sweet, considerate boy, something we value so much. But, my goodness, no, no, everything is in order. Would you like a cola or something? I made fresh cookies. They're in the kitchen. Please, make yourself at home in the family room and I'll bring you some cookies."

Tom went, as instructed, to the family room. The Dodd family room was a very pleasant, plush and deeply carpeted, spacious room. It was a more leisurely setting than the living room. The latter was by the front door and was used for a more formal meeting and greeting of guests. The family room was toward the back of the house, and was used for more relaxed family gatherings. This was where they kept the television but, what Tom always found rather appealing about the Dodd family room was that the television was not the room's focal point. Not all of the chairs were faced in the direction of the television, as was the case in his house, and every other home he had visited. No, at the Dodd house the couches and easy chairs were arranged more like a circle, all facing each other, so that the family would be facing each other, to talk, to communicate, and to relate and bond.

This was clearly a family that enjoyed each other's company, a family that preferred an evening of conversation rather than an evening staring at the "boob tube." As a child, Tom had noticed while walking along the streets of his town how eerie families looked while watching television. He would at times see through a bay window a family group watching TV. They might in fact be enjoying themselves. They must be enjoying themselves. Why else would they be doing it? But, they would look so expressionless, so numb; all of them just staring blankly, their faces lit by a white glow emanating from a box across the room, never saying anything, hardly moving, just staring, seemingly mindlessly.

Tom really enjoyed the evenings he spent in the Dodd family room. He was at first a bit uncomfortable; no, quite uncomfortable, with everyone sitting around in their chairs facing each other. He felt considerable pressure to make witty, insightful conversation. But, it wasn't long before he relaxed. There were even times when the conversation ran dry, but nobody in the Dodd family seemed to mind. The silences were not awkward. This was a family that truly enjoyed each other's company, even when nothing was being said. 

Of course, some evenings were spent in family games. They played the usual games: charades, Quick on the Draw, Trivial Pursuits. But, even then the structure of the game would at times lose out to the pleasantness of the company. Somebody would say something that would lead to something else, and a full half hour would go by and nobody could remember whose turn it had been.

And, this was the biggest evening for the Dodd family: Tuesday evening. The evening of the family meeting, and Tom was invited to attend. He felt so proud to be there, so accepted. He sat down on the couch, which is where he usually sat. He always felt that the easy chairs were for the more senior members of the family and, besides, Karen liked to sit next to him, on his left. So, he sat down in his usual spot, on the right side of one of the two couches that faced each other across the room.

He didn't have to wait too long for Mrs. Dodd. In she came with a tray of freshly baked ginger cookies, along with the brand of cola he liked. She put down a coaster on the side table. Tom had to admire the way she did it. It was kind of unusual. She bent at the knees, like she was going to squat or crouch down, and then with a bit of hand flourish she picked up the icy cold glass from the tray and brought it to the coaster. He wasn't sure where he had seen that manner of serving before, but it was certainly distinctive.

She then bent over fully in front of him to offer him some cookies. "I know you like ginger cookies, Tommy, so please, help herself." She said so sweetly, "Just take what you want."

The first deliciousness that came into view though was Mrs. Dodd's quite evident, large breasts. Mrs. Dodd always dressed in a pleasing, attractive, and at times even a bit seductive, if not provocative, manner. Tom imagined how nice it would be to be married to her. Her outfits were not sleazy or slutty, nothing like that. But they certainly were appealing, even titillating. Today she was wearing a thin summer dress that clung well to her figure, clearly indicating the narrowness of her hips, the roundness of her bottom, and, with it being cut so low on top, the valley of her breasts, which were now so fully displayed in Tom's immediate line of vision. Tom could see deep down into Mrs. Dodd's cleavage. He even wondered if they might in fact plop out, they were so very nearly falling out.

"Uh, yeah, thanks Mrs. Dodd." He knew what treat he would like to have, but then quickly admonished himself for having such a thought about Karen's mother. Mrs. Dodd was such a sweet, kind, considerate woman. It was terribly inappropriate, even perverse, for him to have such a thought. She couldn't help it if her breasts were so large. It was frankly rude of him to be noticing them. He made a concerted effort to make eye contact, although he did have to look at her boobs, or at least the tray upon which her boobs were displayed, to get at her cookies. "They really look good," he said as he picked up a few.

Mrs. Dodd handed him some napkins and stood back up, her breasts notably wiggling with her movement. She said, with a bit of a twinkle in her eye, "Well, if I say so myself, they will taste as good as they look, Tommy." She leaned over again to place the tray of cookies on the coffee table facing the couch, giving him another deep peek down into her luscious valley.

The Dodds had rather atypical coffee tables. They were neither wood nor glass. They were thick leather. You could actually sit or lie on them. Tom always felt very nervous putting a drink on them. Of course, he always used a coaster, but even then he was terribly nervous about spilling a drink. Whenever someone did spill anything, Mrs. Dodd, or one of the other ladies of the house, would quickly clean it up.

Tom, of course, did notice the strong sex role differentiation within the Dodd household. There was one time that Tom did finally spill a little bit of a drink on the table. He quickly moved to clean it up, but Karen insisted that it was her responsibility. He wasn't entirely sure what she meant by that. Her responsibility because he was the guest, or her responsibility because she was a woman? He knew that this was one aspect of their relationship that he would hope to change after their marriage, although his mother repeatedly warned him that many persons think that they will be able to change their spouse, yet slowly but surely, they just learn to accept them the way they are. She would emphasize that marriage includes accepting the quirks and foibles of your partner, learning to live with them, and perhaps even eventually loving them.

Besides, it was also evident that the men of the Dodd household had their own roles. All of the Dodd males were tremendously handy around the house. The men were as dutiful and conscientious as the women were agreeable and obliging. Tom had never seen a family in which everyone worked so hard at getting along.

Mr. Dodd was particularly handy with his hands. Quite a bit of the Dodd furniture was in fact hand-made. Even the coffee tables, or perhaps especially them. Tom discovered this when he referred to them at one time as "coffee couches," and he was then told how proud Mr. Dodd was in his craftsmanship. Tom was worried that Mr. Dodd was offended by his reference, but Mr. Dodd reassured him. In fact, he agreed, with a twinkle in his eyes, that they probably could be used as a couch. "They do look awfully comfortable." The rest of the family seemed to find that remark funny, for reasons that were entirely unclear to Tom. He laughed as well, but he didn't know why. It seemed to be some sort of a private joke.

Before Mrs. Dodd stood back up she glanced over at Tom and winked, leaving him a little nonplussed. "Well," she said, as she was about to depart, "Everyone should be joining you shortly. I'm going to get a few more things before the meeting begins."

It wasn't too long after she left that Karen entered the room and Tom's eyes instantly went to her breasts. He knew that was rude. Girls can tell when you are looking at their breasts. But, breasts were on his mind and it was a natural reaction.

In any case, he was reminded that Karen had not inherited everything from her mother. Nevertheless, she was still really very, very attractive and, on top of that, so pleasant, so agreeable, so considerate.

And, especially pleasing for Tom, Karen really liked "doing it." They had gone all the way a number of times. After all, they were engaged to be married. There was no real reason to wait until the wedding night. Karen was in fact "a screamer." She would whimper and squirm at the beginning, then build to quite vocal squealing as she climaxed. Tom loved it, although at times he was worried about his neighbors hearing her. He lived in an apartment, and the walls were not particularly thick. Karen still lived with her parents, which was not at all unusual for Templeton College students.

There were some things though that Karen wouldn't do: no oral or anal sex. Tom, didn't mind. The rest of it was so good, and it wasn't that she wasn't actually unwilling or uninterested, or would never do it. It was just that she wanted to save some things for their honeymoon. The honeymoon was certainly a very special time for the bride and groom, and he did appreciate her reasoning. It certainly made him look forward to the honeymoon (as if he needed any additional or special motivation).

Karen sat down next to him, on his left, clutched his arm, and snuggled up to him, pressing her breast against him. Tom always enjoyed that. He wondered if girls realized how erotic that felt, to have a breast pressing against you, seemingly innocently but yet so forcefully, so evidently, so physically. Girls just seemed oblivious to their effect. After all, girls would tightly hug each other, resulting in four breasts being crushed against each other. If they didn't find anything erotic about that, well, then they must be oblivious. Guys would certainly never crush their crotches against each other. Well, Tom wasn't going to complain. It was probably good that she was unaware of her erotic appeal. He could have a nice soft tittie pressing against him all evening, right under the noses of her parents.

"Aren't you excited about tonight, Tommy?" Karen was just bubbling over with excited anticipation.

"Yea, sure, sure am." Tom was excited, although apparently not as excited as Karen. He could even fill a bit of a stiff nipple pressing against him. He was a bit surprised at her level of enthusiasm, but girls are generally more enthusiastic about family gatherings and an evening of spirited conversation than guys.

"I do hope you like it. You won't have to, you know. It's all up to you. But, I do so much hope you do. Try to be a good sport, okay?"

"What?" She had said similar things to him the first time he had spent an evening playing charades. Of course he would play charades, be a good sport, and play along. Why did she feel the need to ask again? "Sure, yea, don't worry about it."

Karen looked deep into his eyes, trying to gauge his sincerity. She could tell he was being sincere. Girls are really good at reading the expressions of their boyfriends, and Karen could see that Tom would do his best. He might object to some of it. That would be understandable. It's possible that he might even get upset and leave, but it was clear that he would at least try. "Oh," she said, squeezing his arm and speaking softy but with considerable urgency, "I do hope you will like it."

Tom wanted to ask why he wouldn't. Why wouldn't he like it? But, the rest of the family began to enter the room.

It was clear that the Tuesday evening discussion was well attended. Karen's older sister, Annette, was there, with her husband Robert Burgess. Annette was attending college at Abberville. Karen was a bit jealous about that, as Annette was thereby allowed to live on her own, although that would obviously happen for her as soon as she and Tom got married. The oldest Dodd child, Lonnie, was there as well with his wife, Doreen.

Everyone settled into their places, although, of course, helping themselves to Mrs. Dodd's fresh ginger cookies. Mr. Dodd, naturally, called the meeting to order. "Well, I first just want to begin by welcoming the newest member of our Tuesday gathering, the young Mr. Tommy Cole, soon to be a complete member of our family." Tom was greeted with a spirited round of cheers and applause. He beamed with pride. What was not to like about this?

Mr. Dodd continued. "You know, of course, Tom, that Tuesday is a special day in many respects. Tuesday, of course, is Guest Star Day."

"Sir?"

"Tonight will be a revelation of a number of Dodd traditions and," he added with an exaggerated flourish, "secret family rituals," a remark greeted by a bit of throat clearing, giggling, grins, and nervous smiles. Karen again squeezed his arm, this time with both her hands, and pressed her breast deep into his bicep. Tom was beginning to understand that there must be more to this evening than just a discussion of family business.

"Given the concluding festivities of the evening I suppose that it might have been more suitable to have the meeting on Fridays. What was Friday?"

Karen raised her hand with glee. "Daddy, daddy, I know!"

Mr. Dodd grinned with pride. "Yes, Karen?"

"Friday was Talent Round-Up Day," she answered, with even more pride.

Tom was, of course, quite familiar with the fun Mr. and Mrs. Dodd had with the Mickey Mouse Club. The house was filled with Mickey Mouse memorabilia. They had both been big fans of the show when they were kids. Each of their children was in fact named after a Mousekeeter.

"Yes, Talent Round-Up Day, would be a more appropriate theme for our gathering." The suggestion was greeted with some knowing smiles. He did have a point there, but it was entirely a mystery to Tom. Tom wondered if perhaps the evening ended with a family member displaying some sort of talent, maybe singing a song, playing a musical instrument. He knew that a number of the Dodd children ands were gifted in that way. He grew a bit nervous as he never had any musical training whatsoever, nor was he particularly talented or creative. He could do some magic tricks, but that would be rather silly. "But it's hard to get the family together on Friday evenings, particularly since you are all now so grown up."

"Well, honey," Mrs. Dodd suggested, with all due respect, "I would really think that Wednesday, Anything Can Happen Day, would have been even better." That was greeted with quite a bit more chuckles, nods, and grins.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Dodd had to agree, leaving Tom even more confused.

"Monday, Fun with Music Day, isn't so bad either," Annette added. Annette was the most talented musically. Yes, Tom thought, each family member probably displayed some sort of talent at the end.

Karen suggested, "What about Circus Day, daddy?" That stimulated quite a bit of laughter.

"Yes, yes," Mr. Dodd agreed, "Sometimes it does become a three-ring circus, everybody getting into the act. Seems like every day of the week would be fitting. But, today is Tuesday, and Tuesday is Guest Star Day, and in honor of our guest star I believe we should begin our discussion with plans for the wedding."

That was received with considerable enthusiasm, especially by Karen. It was nice for Tom as well, although he wasn't particularly into making the plans. Wedding planning did appear to be more of the domain of the bride and her mother. Nevertheless, he could see how closely bonded the Dodd family was. Even thes were actively involved, making very useful suggestions, offering to help out with some of the more laborious and tedious tasks. He really felt very lucky to be a part of this family. They were all so close and involved.

After the discussion of the wedding they proceeded to other family business: an upcoming vacation trip. The scheduling was a little difficult, as the vacation schedules of Templeton and Abberville, where the offspring attended, were not in sync. After that, it was matters of family activities. The Dodd family took great pride in their charity and volunteer work. They were really very active in the community, and typically volunteered as an entire family group. This time, they all agreed to help on Saturday with the reparation of the history wing of the Abberville library, which had recently suffered considerable water damage after a sustained storm. Many other matters were also discussed, including any interpersonal conflicts or feelings of ill will. There was really very little of that. This was a family which truly got along very, very well. If there was one theme that pervaded the Dodd household, it was good manners and civility. Perhaps it was because they devoted a portion of each Tuesday evening to discussing any little concern that they did get along so well.


Tuesday Is Guest Star Day



As announced by Mr. Dodd, "Well, of course, it's time now for a discussion of any infractions, delinquencies, misconducts, or misdemeanors." The room became still, hands moved nervously in laps, and bottoms shifted in seats. Mrs. Dodd smiled in anticipation. Annette looked nervously to the floor. Karen's hand, once again, tightened its grip on Tom's arm.

Mrs. Dodd decided to volunteer. She knew that there would be some hesitancy with a new member. She raised her hand. "Father, I must admit that I have been quite negligent this week with respect to the laundry."

"Yes, well, I was going to make that point myself, but I am certainly very pleased to see that you volunteered your own confession. We will have to go easy on you for that. Let's get the platform ready for your chastisement." Mr. Dodd got up from his chair. Mrs. Dodd did as well. She removed the tray of cookies from the "coffee couch" in front of Karen and Tom, smiling meekly at Tom as her breasts once again fell open before his eyes. Tom, to say the least, was stunned. He had not been expecting anything like this, nor did he yet understand what he should be expecting.

Mr. Dodd slid the coffee table further out into the center of the room. "Given that Tuesday is Guest Star Day, I think perhaps that our young Mr. Cole should be in the seat of honor." Mrs. Dodd blushed at the thought, but Jim was certainly right about that. It did seem like the appropriate thing to do.

Karen grinned with delight and turned to Tom. "Oh, Tommy, you're so lucky! This will be such good fun." Tom could feel Karen's nipple again stiffening against his arm. His own heart seem to be accelerating with nervous confusion.

Mr. Dodd shifted the coffee couch so that it was perpendicular to Tom and Karen. "Alright dear, if you would, lower your panties."

"Yes sir," she demurely replied, and Tom's mouth fell open with shock as he watched the gorgeous Mrs. Dodd actually reach up under her summer skirt, grasp her panties, and lower them to her knees. She didn't let them drop to the floor. She had, of course, done this many, many times, and she knew that the proper position of the panties was at her knees, not her ankles. It seemed, at least to her husband, to more titillating at the knees, and its constriction helped to control the leg movements of the transgressor. She walked awkwardly over to the coffee table, and, with even more difficulty, assumed the proper position: on her elbows and knees, her bottom facing toward Tom as well as her daughter, Karen. She then lowered her face so that it rested on her forearm. She even brought her knees up somewhat closer to breasts so that her bottom rose up higher.

"Excellent, my dear, very, very nice," her husband said approvingly. He was so proud of his wife, providing such an outstanding role model for the children (they were all young adults now but he still couldn't help at times referring to them as his "kids" or "children"). He approached his wife from her left side, reached down, lifted up her skirt, and curled it up over her back, exposing to complete view her naked, upraised bottom.

Mrs. Dodd blushed with some embarrassment. She had done this so many times before but it was always a bit difficult. Even though she knew that everyone in the family had been through this, and would do so again, it did always feel a bit demeaning to be positioned this way, and exposed this way, particularly in front of her children and their spouses. It was especially awkward this evening, as she knew that the young Mr. Cole, Tommy Cole, her daughter's fiancee, was being provided the seat of honor: the optimal view of her exposed fanny and cunt. She looked back behind her, self-consciously biting on a thumbnail as she did so, to see if he was looking.

And, of course he was. In fact, Tom's eyes were as wide as saucers. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights, or more accurately, caught in the moon light. And what a pretty moon it was. Mrs. Dodd had a full, womanly derriere. It was not a fat behind. It was just that it looked so striking, so round, so prominent, shamefully thrusting up in the middle of the room like a big pale beach ball.

Tom even have a full view of Karen's mother's cunt. Her pouch appeared to be much fuller, thicker, than Karen's. She clearly had a denser coverage of foliage, although still not so thick that one would call it bushy. It certainly didn't hide Mrs. Dodd's thick, prominent feminine lips. Mrs. Dodd had a double set of lips that were quite wavy and fleshy. Tom knew that he really should not be looking at them. It was quite inappropriate to do so. Goodness, this was the pussy of Karen's mother! When Mrs. Dodd was bending over in front of him, revealing the depth of the valley between her bosoms, he knew that if a nipple somehow became exposed that the polite thing to do would be to look away. He certainly wouldn't want Mrs. Dodd to be staring at his crotch if the barn door was inadvertently left open. But, then, on the other hand, how often do you get a chance to have such a delectable presentation of your girlfriend's mother's cunt? His dick was notably swelling in his pants. In fact, even somewhat uncomfortably so. If it continued to grow, he would need to make an adjustment to its location.

Mrs. Dodd could see the direction of Tom's wide open gaze. It was curious how guys would just stare at your private parts, somehow not suspecting that it was so painfully obvious. But, she was reassured by the fact that he apparently was pleased at what he was seeing. He in fact seemed fascinated by it. She smiled to herself. It was so nice to know that she could still make a young man turn his head. She knew that her daughter's bottom and pussy would be much more appealing to Tom than her own, but it was clear that she still could get a young man going.

"Eyes forward, mother," Mr. Dodd commanded.

"Yes sir," Mrs. Dodd replied. She laid her hands on top of each other, flat on the leather, and rested her chin on them, eyes facing forward. She moved her bottom up closer and higher, and even spread her legs a little bit, giving Tom an even better view of her womanly cunt.

"The penalty for negligent laundering is ten smacks with the bare hand. Are you ready to receive your punishment?"

"Oh yes sir. And, please sir, make each one sting. I have been a very bad wife and I really need to be taught a lesson."

"Well, I believe you are indeed correct."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Tom was shocked. Mrs. Dodd was actually getting spanked on her bare ass, right in front of him! This grown woman, Karen's mother, her bare ass butt was sticking right up in front of him and getting a really good dose of smacks. He was mesmerized by the sight of her struggling, bounding bottom, unsuccessfully trying to escape the punishing smacks, and growing redder and redder with each slap. He frankly wondered for a moment if he was actually psychotic. This couldn't be real. Or, perhaps, he was caught in some strange dream?

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

"Oh, honey, please, that stings so bad, so bad, please, wait a second."

Mr. Dodd was a stern disciplinarian: spare the rod and spoil the wife. But, he was also merciful. He did give her a moment to collect herself, as well as to collect himself. His own cock was now swelling in his shorts. And, his hand was stinging as well. Not as much as her bottom, but he wanted to have the last three smacks be especially good ones. He also paused to admire his handiwork. The missus's bottom was now a delightful apple red. He was always careful to spread out his smacks, trying to provide a nice even distribution of coloring. He felt like he was an artist, coloring the palette of his wife's bum with each delightful brush of his hand.

Karen felt Tom shifting on the couch. She was at first worried that he was uncomfortable, troubled, perhaps even appalled at what he was witnessing. However, one glance told her the basis for his discomfort. His cock was clearly swollen and poking down between his legs. It was like it was a curved, growing peg in a straight, unyielding hole. As everyone's eyes were obviously focused on center stage, she reached over with her hand, firmly grasped the head of his cock through his loose slacks and slid it, shifted it, to the left and upward, freeing it from its restrictive confinement, allowing it to more comfortably swell further. She whispered softly in his ear. "There, he's much happier now."

Tom had frozen at the first touch of her hand. His instinct had been to brush her hand away. What would a normal guy do if his girlfriend just reached for his erect cock in the full presence of her family, her parents? She would have to be crazy, or some drug-crazed slut who didn't care that her father, her mother, would see her grasping onto her boyfriend's hard dick. But, if he did brush her away, that might only draw more attention to what she was doing. Fortunately, it didn't take her long, and clearly everyone else was more interested in Mrs. Dodd's butt than the crotch of his pants. And, besides, it did feel much better afterward. Perhaps even most importantly, Karen obviously wasn't upset about the fact that he had developed a hard-on while looking at the naked bottom of her mother.

Tom had always been quite self-conscious about noticing the attractiveness of Karen's mother in the presence of Karen. Developing a hard-on while looking at your fiancee's mother might be a real problem for the marriage. But, in this instance, Karen's only apparent concern was that his erection find a more comfortable place within his slacks.

She again whispered in his ear, "You do like it don't you. I so much hoped that you would." She gave the round plum of the head of his cock a little quick squeeze before returning her hand back to simply holding onto his arm.

Tom now fully realized why Karen was worried about his reaction to tonight's events. He had certainly not been expecting anything like this. So, this is why this family is so close to each other, or at least tonight he is seeing how close they really are. He really didn't know what to make of it, but he did know that he was finding it to be rather exciting, to say the least.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The last three blows were particularly biting, and Mrs. Dodd grimaced with each, her back arched with pain. However, she had raised her bottom up especially high for the final three, not wanting to be punished further for any insubordination during the spanking, but also because it was important, as a mother, to demonstrate for her children the proper way to receive, to accept, parental discipline.

"Alright then, you're all done."

Mrs. Dodd was panting with relief. The stinging was quite severe. She reached back to sooth herself.

"Did I tell you that you could comfort yourself?"

She quickly pulled back her hand. "No sir, no you did not, sir."

"Here, let me help you with that." Mr. Dodd gently laid his hand on his wife's bottom, a touch far different than the ones just provided. He lovingly caressed her hot, reddened cheeks, stroking her curves fondly, soothing away the biting pain.

His fingers even traced down into her crack, the deep crevice of her split moon, tracing down along the path of the nether valley, down along until they reached the smaller of the white mounds: the lovely, coiffed pouch of her cunnie, graced by her luscious, full lips, which were quite notably wet with arousal. "You know, honey, it seems to me that with each spanking you appear to enjoy it more and more."

Mrs. Dodd covered her face with her hands. She had demonstrated this point quite often before. It wasn't new information to her, nor to most of the guests who circled her, but it was certainly news to Tommy. It was always difficult to reveal yourself, to display so wantonly your arousal at being spanked, to a new person. You wondered what he might be thinking. Would he be appalled? Disgusted? Would he feel that this is terribly shameful?

The Dodd family was reasonably comfortable with their Tuesday evenings, but it was always a risk when introducing a fiancee to their playful family games. Fiancees knew it was best to be respectful of the quirks and oddities of their inlaws. This was an inevitable part of a marriage. Tom had been concerned when he first introduced Karen to his parents, as the Coles preferred that guests take off their shoes to avoid getting any dirt on their white carpeting. Why make your guests feel uncomfortable for the sake of trying to impress them with the cleanliness of your carpeting? Karen though never said anything about it. However, it might be asking a bit much to have your daughter's fiancee see you get wet from a spanking. How embarrassing it would be if Tommy was so appalled that he informed his own parents. Mr. and Mrs. Dodd had, of course, met Mr. and Mrs. Cole. They've had dinner a number of times, and visited them at their own home (without shoes) quite a few times as well.

Mrs. Dodd had to admit that it would be difficult to again look Mrs. Cole in her disapproving eye, hearing her lecture about how wrong and shameful it was to be displaying herself like this to her son. She understood that most mothers would probably disapprove. But, then, just the thought, the fantasy, of all this potential embarrassment in fact made her even wetter. It would be nice if Mrs. Cole felt she deserved a spanking for showing her bottom to her son. Yet, she also realized that the more likely outcome would be for the Coles to demand that the wedding be cancelled, that their son no longer see Karen, and that the Dodd's be dismissed from their membership on various community boards.

Mr. Dodd interrupted her thoughts. "Tom, here, why don't you come up here and feel for yourself. Tell me what you think about this."

Now, that was a pregnant request, and all eyes turned to Tom, remembering with mixed feelings the first time they were in the spotlight. As he waited for Tom's reaction, Robert remembered with fondness the first time he was offered to step forward, as Annette's husband, to spank his wife. Doreen blushed with embarrassment, recalling the first time she had been spanked at the Dodd home.

Tom was understandably rather ambivalent, to say the least. There was something a bit awkward about this. Actually, really awkward. He had been well instructed by his own mother about the proper responses, courtesies, and manners that you should display in response to requests, questions, and offerings of your fiancee's parents. Do you agree that the roast beef was in fact a little overdone? Do you disagree with your fiancee in front of her parents, or do you pretend to agree and then discuss the issue when you're alone? How do you respond when they give you advice that you don't really want or even respect? Do you compliment the mother on how appealing she looks in her new dress? These can be rather difficult social etiquettes that need to be carefully, tactfully addressed. His mother though never broached the question of what you should do if the father offers to you his wife's wet cunt.

Karen, though, beamed with pride. She turned to her fiancee, "Oh Tom, yes, please do! It'll be so much fun." Well, there was really no way he could decline the offer now. Rarely should you decline to have a taste of a delicacy being offered by the mother, and you certainly shouldn't decline when your fiancee encourages you to have the taste. He was outnumbered. He got up from the couch, feeling a little light-headed. He shoved his left hand down into his pants pocket to hold down his erection. He stepped up to the upraised bottom of his mother-in-law. He hesitated.

"Go ahead son. She won't bite. Or, if she does, she'll get another spanking."

Mrs. Dodd turned her head back to see what the problems was. She could see in his expression Tom's ambivalence. "It's alright, dear. I don't mind. You can touch me."

Tom reached out and tentatively slid his fingers along the full, thick vaginal lips of his fiancee's mother. She was indeed very, very moist. He could even feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

Mrs. Dodd sighed at his touch. There was something about the touch of a young man's fingers on your pussy that was so delightful, so erotic. It brought back memories of the first time Mr. Dodd had felt her there. He had been equally tentative, yet clearly also so very curious, and excited. And, there was of course something even more exotic about the touch of Tommy. These were the fingers of her future son, her daughter's young fiancee. "Hmmmmm," she moaned with pleasure as she felt him feel her fleshy wet folds and flaps.

Once he got over the initial shock, Tom explored her more openly, more thoroughly. He was a bit surprised at how different Mrs. Dodd's cunt was from her daughter's. Mrs. Dodd's cunt lips were so full, thick, and layered, whereas Karen's was just a delicate, thin slit. He would have assumed that they would be similar: like mother, like daughter. He wondered if scientists had actually studied vaginal genetic similarity. He considered asking about this when he returned to classes, but realized quickly that the basis for his curiosity might itself be questioned.

In addition, Mrs. Dodd was indeed thoroughly soaked. Karen would get moist, but never this sloppy wet. He wondered for a moment if perhaps he might not be pleasing Karen enough, although perhaps wetness itself varied genetically. He even began to work a finger down into her vaginal canal.

"Tommy," Mrs. Dodd gasped as she felt him work his finger inside.

"Yes, excellent idea, son," Mr. Dodd said approvingly. It was always a pleasure seeing his wife be freshly fingered by a new protege. He knew how much she enjoyed it, and he certainly enjoyed watching it.

Karen was herself beaming with pride. She had been so worried about how Tom might respond to this. It was terribly natural to be concerned about how your boyfriend will react to your parents. Most kids find their parents terribly embarrassing. They will say such stupid things. They will treat you like a kid in front of your boyfriend. It can be such a traumatic struggle. But, not too many kids have a mother who will bend over so that your boyfriend can finger her cunt. She breathed a deep sigh of relief. Tommy was taking to this terribly well.

Tom in fact slipped in a second finger. He could use two fingers on Karen, but it was exceedingly tight. It was not so difficult with her mother, although with two fingers it now fit just about as tight as her daughter with one, and the two fingers allowed him to do so much more. He slid them around inside, feeling and massaging the rolling soft walls of her vagina. He even tried wiggling them quickly, as if he was tapping his fingers in a drum roll as he plunged them in and out of her tight, wet canal.

Mrs. Dodd's butt was now wiggling and squirming on Tom's fingers. The dual delight of the lingering stinging, being replaced now by a soothing warm glow, coupled with the thrusting, pumping exploration of the young man's fingers was so satisfying. She shamelessly matched his fingering by her own thrusting hips, burying her face in her arms as she gave herself over to her lustful, base pleasure. "Tommy, please, harder, do it harder, faster."

Tom thought that he was already working his fingers pretty hard in and out of Mrs. Dodd's wet cunt. But, this wasn't the time to disagree with a future mother and, besides, you really shouldn't deny any reasonable request. That would simply be rude and it could do irreparable harm to the future of his marriage. He doubled his efforts. It would frankly help if he could bring his left hand into the action but he kept it within his slacks to hide his own arousal.

The room was awash with the squishing and slurping sounds of Tom's fingers plunging in and out of Mrs. Dodd's sloppy, wet cunt. Mrs. Dodd was understandably embarrassed by how much noise she was making. There were even a couple instances of cunt farts as air was being forced in and then popping back out. However, as she covered her face with her hands, the embarrassment itself added to the pleasure. She enjoyed so much being the naughty, dirty mother, and an orgasm suddenly erupted within her, sweeping her away in waves of lustful, bestial pleasure. "Oh, Tommy, Tommy, thank you, thank you, thank you," she repeated as he continued to work his fingers in and out of her shuddering, quivering cunt, now engulfed by uncontrolled spasms.




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This was one way in which mother and daughter were alike. Tom was never uncertain when Karen had her climax. She was quite vocal about it. He wondered if this was also genetic, or perhaps just social learning. In any case, he smiled at the thought that he had made a grown woman, a woman old enough to be his own mother, a woman so clearly experienced with sex, climax with just his fingers.

As her orgasm subsided Mrs. Dodd released her hands from her face and spread them out on the leather coffee table. She let her bottom fall down and away from Tom's fingers, which were released with a final loud slurp. She collapsed onto the leather table, gasping for breath.

"Excellent work, Tom." Mr. Dodd exclaimed, patting him on the back. "Here now, everyone, a round of applause for our new, young guest."

Tom returned to his place by Karen, accompanied by the appreciative clapping of his new relatives, and the prideful smile on Karen's lips. She whispered to him as he sat down next to her. "Oh Tom, that was just wonderful. I'm so proud of you, making mummy cum like that." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, thinking that she might want to repeat that experience with him later, in the privacy of his apartment.

Mrs. Dodd slowly got up from the table, her skirt falling back over her bottom. Her legs were a little shaky, and still constrained by the panties at her knees. Nevertheless, she was careful to clean off her juices from the leather with a sanitary wipe before she returned to her own chair. Mrs. Dodd like to keep her house clean as a button.

The evening though was not over. "Well, I must say that we're off to a very good start, due in no small part to Karen's betrothed. Who is next to be considered?"

A number of hands flew up, including Karen's. Mr. Dodd, however, recognized that the proper order of consideration would be maturity, although at times exceptions were made if the younger members of the clan would otherwise be neglected. "Yes, Doreen, do you have a suggestion?"

"Well, Mr. Dodd, Lonnie has been quite neglectful of his chores this week."

"Honey," Lonnie retorted, "You know it's been a particularly difficult week for me. I have had so many demands at work. I'm coming home late as a result, and am just so tired."

Mr. Dodd shook his head. Hard work at work was never an excuse for neglecting the home. In the Dodd family, the family came first. All that Lonnie had done was to provide an admission of guilt. It was not in any way a reasonable excuse.

"Come on up here young man. I believe that your turn is next." Lonnie was also a good choice as it had been his wife's turn last week. "Let's first though drop those trousers."

Lonnie knew that there was no good reason to argue further. Once Mr. Dodd made a decision, he stuck by it. If he was anything, he was decisive. Lonnie unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, and let them drop to the ground. He began to step out of them, but he was appropriately corrected by Mr. Dodd.

"Trousers at the ankles, Lonnie. Trousers at the ankles."

Lonnie always hated that part of it. Well, he didn't really hate it, but it did add a level of humiliation to the experience as it was quite difficult to walk with one's trousers wrapped around your ankles. Not only did the clothes constrain the movements of your legs (you could only take just quarter steps at best) but your feet would eventually get tangled in the slacks, making your steps quite clumsy and awkward. He felt like a five year old walking to his mummy because his pants fell down.

And, it didn't help that he was as erect as a bull in heat. His stiff cock was pushing out hard against his boxers, and there was absolutely no way to keep this hidden.

"Lonnie, have you actually become sexually aroused at the sight of your mother being spanked?"

It was pretty darn clear that he could not deny it. Frankly, it was evident that everyone in the room had been enjoying the show. They always did. But, Mr. Dodd did like to add an element of shame to the punishment. "Well, um, sir."

Mr. Dodd pretended to be offended. "It makes you sexually excited to see my wife, your mother, to be spanked, to be humiliated?"

There was really no way to answer this question correctly. Saying "no" would be insulting, as if his wife, bent over, her naked butt up in the air, would not be a very sexy sight; saying "yes" could be insulting, as most mothers would be troubled, if not offended, one assumed, if their sons got erections when they bent over in front of them. He just looked at his father, his trousers tangled at his feet, the jutting out of his boxers providing the answer.

"My goodness, Doreen. I must apologize for my son. I must not be a very good father to have a son as perverted as this." Doreen smiled at the fun he was having, as was she.

"Well, this deserves more than just a spanking. Drop those drawers as well, Lonnie."

"Sir?"

"Son, this is the second time you have just stood there like you can't seem to understand anything I'm saying. Now, I am not going to repeat myself a third time. If you want to get all excited at seeing your mother be disciplined, well, I just think you should share your dirty pleasure, your perverse excitement, with the entire family. Now, let's see that little man of yours."

Doreen had to cover her mouth with her hand. She so much wanted to laugh.

"Yes sir," Lonnie glumly replied. He pulled his boxers out a bit (they needed some room to clear the tower) and then slid them down his thighs and to the floor, in the process sticking his naked butt back out toward Doreen, who was sorely tempted to begin the spanking right away. However, she resisted the temptation, as that might only result in her having to receive some discipline herself.

Lonnie stood back up and displayed his erection to the family. His instincts told him to cover himself with his hands, but reason prevailed over this intense urge, as he knew that this would only stimulate more rebuke from his father.

Tom was in complete sympathy with him. He kept glancing at Lonnie's naked erection, then turning away. It didn't seem right to be openly studying another man's exposed, hard cock, but he also could not resist repeatedly looking. In any case, he could not imagine the embarrassment Lonnie must be experiencing.

"Yes, well, that is quite the boner, Lonnie," Mr. Dodd observed.

It was indeed. Lonnie was a rather big young man, down there. Karen's eyes widened with interest and delight at the sight. He was distinctly bigger than Tom. She wasn't the least bit disappointed in Tom's penis. It was plenty big enough to make her proud and excited. But, there was something special, something appealing, something erotic, about seeing a really big one, and, on top of that, this was her brother's. She so much enjoyed being a Dodd girl, as how many fathers would present your brother's hard cock for your inspection?

"Now, get your self over to the stage so we can get on with it. Hut, hut now!"

Lonnie clumsily blundered and stumbled over to the coffee couch, his naked stiff dick swinging in the air, like a large, unstable crane attached to a jolting, lurching cab.

It was a little difficult getting onto the leather platform with his trousers and boxers around his ankles and feet, although the fact that it was so close to the floor did help. He bent his elbows to lower his face down to the table but Mr. Dodd corrected him. "No son. Stay on your hands and knees. This position will be preferable for our purposes."

He wondered what purpose that might be. He didn't have to wait long.

Mr. Dodd spoke to the rest of the family. "It's clear that my son is having a bit of difficulty controlling his animal arousal. I would hope that my offspring could demonstrate a bit more self-discipline, restraint. Well, the fact is as it is. I suspect that all that is to be done now is to milk him so that he is relieved of his excess energy and we are thereby relieved of the sight of his shameful display."

Lonnie had been worried that this was what he meant.

"Mother, if you wouldn't mind. It seems most appropriate that you provide the milking, as you were the object of his shame. And, let's see, who shall be the one to deliver the spanking?"

Karen raised her hand straight up and waved it frantically in the air as she squealed, "Me, me, me!" Mr. Dodd looked at his daughter and smiled with pleasure at the sight. She reminded him of Reese Witherspoon in The Election, waving her hand at her teacher, desperately wanting to be called upon.

"Karen, you would indeed be an outstanding choice. It certainly should be a member of the fairer sex. A boy being spanked by a girl is so delightful. However, I hope you will not mind that I believe it should, in this instance, be Annette. She's a bit more experienced than you and, after all, she is Lonnie's older sister."

Karen brought her hand down and frowned. This always seemed to happen! Just because Annette was two years older than her she was always the one who got to do things. It was so unfair. There was no way she would herself ever be as old as Annette and so, once again, Annette was chosen.

Annette, as the older sister, did indeed enjoy spanking Lonnie's butt. It was a way of demonstrating graphically her greater maturity and her authority over her little brother, as well as to get back at him for all the times he had been such an annoying pest. She gladly, and quickly, got into position.

"Alright then, mother, if you would reach under your son and grasp hold of his stiffie while Annette provides the spanking."

Lonnie cringed with embarrassed arousal as he felt his mother's hand firmly grasp hold of his stiff cock. He had felt his mother's maternal hand on his body so many, many times before, when she felt for a fever, when she held his hand before crossing a street, and when she soothingly caressed him when he was upset. It was always a motherly touch of affection, and now it was all of that and so much more.

The feeling was certainly mutual. If there is one thing that a mother wants to do, it's to make her children happy, and Mrs. Dodd so enjoyed pleasuring all her children, especially Lonnie. Mrs. Dodd did not have any favorites among her children. She loved Annette and Karen as much as she loved Lonnie. However, Lonnie, as her only son, held a special place in her heart. He was her only child with a cock, and it was such a big cock. She looked back over her shoulder at Lonnie's wife as she wrapped her fingers around its thickness. "My goodness, Doreen, he must make you very happy with this."

Doreen smiled in agreement, and appreciation. Tension can at times develop between a wife and a mother, each competing for the time, attention, and affection of the young man. Doreen and Mrs. Dodd had no such difficulty, perhaps due in no small part to sharing Lonnie in such an intimate way. Doreen responded in kind. "You raised him very well, Mrs. Dodd."

Mrs. Dodd, though, could claim no credit for this. She modestly replied, "Well, I think he got this from his father."

Mr. Dodd cut short the maternal fawning. "Alright ladies, enough fussing over the young man. Annette, I want you to give him some good hard smacks."

"How many father?"

"You just keep spanking him as long as and until he is successfully milked."

"Yes, papa." Annette then began to smack her younger brother on his naked, upraised fanny. 

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

They were not nearly so hard as were provided by her father to her mother. Annette did not have the strength or technique of her father. However, the punishment in this case was more about the spectacle than the pain. No younger brother enjoys being spanked by his older sister. It was such a tangible reminder of how she always lorded it over you. He had particularly disliked it when she babysat him as a child. She would become the parent for the evening, and she somehow managed to remind you of that fact throughout the evening. Well, he was a full grown adult now, and yet she was again reminding him of her authority with the slaps of her bare hand on his equally bare butt, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Mrs. Dodd smiled at the sight of Annette spanking Lonnie, as well as the feel of his hard cock in her hand. She had to admit, as a mother, she loved these moments. It was difficult watching your children grow up and leave home, the nest emptying of your brood. But, milking Lonnie as he was being spanking by Annette, it was like she was a mother once again, both nursing and disciplining her children.

Mrs. Dodd was also quite skilled with her hand. A mother knows how to care for her children, what makes them happy, how to get them excited, how to make them cum. Mrs. Dodd didn't just stroke her fist up and down Lonnie's shift. She knew that he liked it when her hand twisted and curved around his cock as it slid up and down. When it got to the end she would bring her fist all the way to the top and massage his round, swollen bulb with her palm and then attack the bulb with just her fingers, like he was being licked by five tongues. He would always jerk and squirm at that. She liked to say that he was being attacked by Mother Palm and her five dancing daughters.

All the while his mother was so delightfully torturing his cock, Annette was smacking his bare ass. It was such a confusing experience. It was embarrassing, even denigrating, to show your bottom to your sister to be bare-assed spanked but, at the same time, being so expertly, heatedly, stroked by your mother made it all feel so good. Even the stinging of his bottom felt nice. It was sort of that peppery, spicy stinging of good Thai food. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. 

It didn't take long before he was about to cum and, like a good mother, Mrs. Dodd sensed her son's impending eruption. She stopped and pulled back, a signal that Annette was to also stop spanking. Lonnie's mother was not about to let her son get away with such a brief spanking by letting him cum so quickly.

Mr. Dodd was pleased with his wife's exercise of motherly wisdom, and he took the opportunity to tease his son. "My goodness, Lonnie, were you about to ejaculate?" He turned to his son's wife. "I surely hope, Doreen, that he doesn't have this problem within the matrimonial bed chamber."

Doreen played along. "Well, sir, sometimes he is a bit quick on the trigger, but most of the time he is a very good husband."

Lonnie scowled at his wife. It was embarrassing enough to be spanked and milked in front of his family, his wife didn't have to add insult to injury. Besides, it wasn't really even so true. He only occasionally had difficulty with that. However, he would eventually get over his annoyance. It was all in good fun. The Dodds were good teasers and, as such, they had to be willing to take it as well as dish it out.

Mrs. Dodd, though, did come to the rescue of her son, as a mother would do. "Now, father, I do recall that you were not always a 'thirty-minute man' when you were Lonnie's age."

It was Mr. Dodd's turn to feel betrayed. "Hmmm, yes, well, resume the discipline, Annette," not liking the fact that his joke had been turned back on him. He looked forward to next Tuesday when he could seek at least some measure of playful revenge.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lonnie's face grimaced as Annette resumed the slapping of his fanny.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lonnie's white butt soon took on a rather rosy red glow, and the stinging was making his eyes water just a bit. However, the pain was well mixed with the prurient pleasure of his mother's hand, again handling his hanging erection with such maternal adroitness. 

This continued for some time: Mrs. Dodd bringing Lonnie closer and closer to his orgasm, but then stopping just as he was about to cum, extending as long as possible the spanking by his sister.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

It was cruel pleasure for Lonnie. His butt was eventually quite inflamed, as to some extent was the hand of his sister. She had to occasionally switch to her left hand to provide some relief, although she wasn't as effective with this hand. This was little relief though for Lonnie. The burning of his nether orb was accompanied by a growing throbbing of his testicles, so much wanting relief but never obtaining it.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Doreen continued to tease him. "Looks like my hubby has both the blue ball and red butt syndromes." This drew a nice laugh at Lonnie's expense, who vowed to seek some revenge of his own as soon as he got the chance.

Mrs. Dodd again stopped her stroking when she sensed that Lonnie was about to cum. Annette used this moment as an opportunity to rest her hand. Lonnie wanted so much to reach back and sooth his heated bum, but he knew that was strictly forbidden

The relief from the spanking though also brought his attention more sharply focused on his aching balls, particularly as he seemed to be on the cusp of cumming whenever his mother let go of his cock. He wished that there was some way he could fool her, that he could cum without giving her a preparatory sign, a tell. It was like her hand was a lie detector that he could not foil. It is so hard to fool your mother. She can read it in your eyes and, apparently as well, your cock. But, his nuts were so, so engorged, so swollen with cum. It seemed so cruel that he could not just cum on his own, that he needed the trigger of some physical stimulation, but this stimulation only came when the trigger was not quite ready for release, and then left him just prior to the dam being ready to burst. His mother knew her son's balls oh so well.

Mrs. Dodd's hand returned to Lonnie's cock as she sensed he was past the moment of climax. Lonnie groaned with both frustration and pleasure at the return of her hand, and then grimaced as he felt Annette resuming the spanking.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

"Please mother," Lonnie begged. He really wasn't sure which was worse, the stinging of his sister's hand or the cruel torture of his mother's. He knew though that he could not get his sister to stop simply through his pleas. That would probably just encourage her to smack him harder. But, perhaps his mother could be persuaded. After all, she was his mother and no mother would enjoy inflicting such cruelty on her son.

"Does my little snookie need relief?" Mrs. Dodd playfully teased. "Does he need to blow his nose?" The audience snickered at that. She once again let go of his cock, as he was indeed about to blow.

Lonnie waved his bottom in the air, hoping perhaps that just the wisps of cool air might help reduce the sting. However, it only made him look sillier. He looked like a frustrated bull, waving his hard-on in the air, so terribly aroused but with no cow to impale.

Mrs. Dodd lightly touched his swollen balls and Lonnie twitched with discomfort. They were now even painful to the touch. "My, my. My little boy does need to be milked, doesn't he. It's not good for the cow to have her udders be so swollen and tender. You just relax and let mummy take care of it."

Lonnie didn't care for how she was describing him. Would he not be more the bull than the cow? But, the words were still a blessing as they suggested an impending relief. Mrs. Dodd resumed her stroking, as did Annette her spanking.

Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!

Lonnie's back began to arch as he could feel the impending release. The audience leaned forward to see the explosion. Mrs. Dodd though expressed a concern.

"We really should have a milk can for this, dear. We can't have him spilling his seed all over this fine leather. You worked so hard on it and cum stains can be quite difficult to remove." A mother would be concerned about that.




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Mr. Dodd concurred but did not offer a solution. "Well, dear, I really think you should have thought of that before you got him on the brink of release."

Well, a mother does need to make sacrifices for her brood. Many a time had she caught the spills of her children in her own hand or on her own clothes. She quickly shifted her position to capture Lonnie's hard cock in her mouth. It was an awkward way to suck him off, slipping beneath him to capture his cock in her mouth, but she didn't have to be in that position long.

Lonnie's face jerked up with surprise and delight as he felt the warm, wet lips of his mother encircle his swollen plum. It was the trigger he had been waiting for and he instantly exploded into her mouth.

An orgasmic release coursed through his body as his cock twitched and jerked in his mother's mouth, pumping out the dammed cum up and out of his cock, rapidly filling her mouth with wads and globs of hot, sticky semen.

The audience was entranced at the sight. For Doreen, it reminded her of the time in which Lonnie had teased her by sharply bending the garden hose from which she was drinking some water. She had put the end of the hose into her mouth, trying to draw out the refreshing coolness to quench her thirst, but nothing was coming out, and then suddenly he straightened the hose so that her mouth was quickly engulfed by a torrent, a flood, of water that even shot up into her nose, as did now Lonnie's cum. They could see his mother choking and gagging on his jism, wanting to be careful that none of it spilled onto the fine leather, and in doing so even taking some of it up into her nose.

Others were reminded of different images. Some imagined her swallowing the nipple of the udder of a cow, drinking out the cream directly from the breast, or the organ of her mate, swallowing his cream. It wasn't really clear which image was more obscene, and even without any such association, it was still quite a sight: the mother taking such a full load from her son into her mouth as his sister continued to spank him.

When it became apparent that he had no more to provide, Mrs. Dodd slowly pulled her mouth away from her son's cock, being careful not to let any remaining drops spill onto the leather. She even cupped her hand beneath the head and squeezed out the remaining juice into her palm as she tried to swallow the thick gruel that she had captured, as well as sniff and snort down the gism that had gone up her nose.

Neither Mr. nor Mrs. Dodd were actually seriously concerned about staining the leather. Quite a few prior loads had been released in the past onto the tough skin. They didn't mind. They both knew that she was just using this as an excuse to take her son in her mouth. Mrs. Dodd was actually quite skilled at removing such stains.

"Well," Mr. Dodd exclaimed, "that was quite a nice show." Nobody would disagree with that.

Lonnie, out of breath, his face flushed with exhaustion, his bottom red and sore, awkwardly climbed off the stage and pulled up his pants. It had been terribly embarrassing but he had to admit that it was one of the best cums he had ever had. His mother did know how to take care of him. "Thanks mom," he quietly acknowledged as he returned to his seat.

"Thath althright, dear," Mrs. Dodd responded, her articulation still a bit disrupted by the gooey mess stuck to the roof of her mouth. Some of it was toward the back of her mouth and she was having difficulty licking it off. She went back to her own chair to retrieve a badly needed cola.

Annette was smiling with victory, although also rubbing the palm of her hand to relieve the sting. Her hand was hurting, but it had all been well worth the pain. She turned to take her own seat.

"Excuse me," Mr. Dodd corrected her.

"Yes, papa?" she replied.

"Don't you have something to tell everyone?"

"Um, no, no, I don't think so."

"Well, I think you do, young lady. I think you do."

Mrs. Dodd was herself perplexed. "What is it, dear?"

Mr. Dodd replied, "Well, it seems that our daughter's grades are slipping."

"Oh my," Mrs. Dodd replied.

Mr. Dodd continued to require his children to keep him informed of their grades, even when they were away from home, attending college. It was good, responsible parenting. Many young adults are seduced by the freedom of the first couple of years of college. They neglect their studies, and it is only in the last couple of years that they bemoan their careless, youthful delinquency. This was not about to happen to the children of Mr. Dodd, and his watchful eye had indeed proven to be very helpful in his brood continuing to achieve at that high bar of Dodd excellence.

"But, papa, it was just one test. I can still get an A in the course, and I told you the reason why."

"Yes, yes, you did and perhaps you would like to share this fable with the rest of the family?"

"Well, sure. Abberville has implemented The Program in which students are attending classes naked, and it was just so distracting that I really had difficulty for a few days."

Mr. Dodd just shook his head. "Sweetie, first, there is simply no way that a fine, outstanding institution like Abberville would implement any program in which students are attending classes naked. The idea is absurd."

"But papa."

Mr. Dodd cut her off. "Your mother and I attended Abberville and they never had any such program. My gracious, if you are going to make up some lie to explain a poor grade you could surely come up with something better than that."

"Papa, please, ask Robert. He'll tell you."

Mr. Dodd contemplated doing just that, although he wondered if he could really trust him in this case. He was a fine young man, but if the testimony of spouses is not readily trusted in a court of law, why should it be trusted here? However, out of due respect for his daughter's husband, he would at least give him the chance to be forthright.

"Alright, Robert, is your wife speaking the truth?"

Annette was relieved. She had almost gotten into serious trouble there.

"Sir, I don't know what she is talking about."

"Bobby!" Annette exclaimed. She could not believe that her husband had betrayed her like this. He knew full well of The Program. Why would he lie like that? Why would he put her in this terrible predicament?

Well the answer was really clear, to the both of them. They did enjoy playing pranks on each other. April Fools Day was a big event in their house. Each tried to outdo the other with some duplicitous escapade, something that was unexpected and outrageous. Actually, they didn't really need April Fools Day for such pranks. It was just the day of honor because it was so especially difficult to fool the other person on that day, as he or she was looking for it.

He smiled in triumph at her as she glared back. Here was another spouse who would someday, sometime, seek revenge. He knew it, but that was just part of the fun of their game. He would eventually tell Mr. Dodd that he was fibbing, and he would perhaps be punished for that, but it would probably have been worth it.

"Well, well, well, young lady, your deception has been exposed."

She turned her attention back to her father. "Papa, please, I can prove it to you tomorrow. I will get you one of the brochures."

He waved her off. "Tut, tut. A brochure can be a forgery."

"I will give you a phone number."

"Honey, please, it doesn't matter. Look, even if it was true, which obviously it is not, it is still an inadequate excuse. I don't care if the whole darn college is naked." He again shook his head. It was such a ridiculous idea. "You still have the responsibility of keeping your grades up. Now, what shall be your punishment?"

Karen smiled in triumph. She always kept her grades up and certainly wouldn't lie to her father about it. It was so nice to see her older sister get her comeuppance.

Annette really did not want to be spanked. "I would much rather not be spanked, sir." Fortunately for her, although maybe not, there was an alternative.

"Well, sweetie, I really wasn't thinking of a spanking anyway."

Annette breathed a sigh of relief. She was so relieved she even gave him a little curtsy, "Thank you, sir." 

"No my dear, I believe that because your delinquency was addressed toward myself, I believe that it should naturally be your responsibility to provide me with my relief." It was a standard part of the Tuesday family gathering to provide relief for Mr. Dodd. It was only natural. He was the patriarch and had the onerous responsibility of overseeing a considerable amount of disciplinary activity that, quite frankly, did appear to often have rather overt sexual overtones. It was only natural that at some point he would require relief from the pressures building within him.

Karen notably frowned. This didn't seem to be the least bit fair. Providing relief for daddy was a task of honor. It certainly wasn't a punishment. It seemed to her to be yet another instance in which the oldest girl gets special treatment, and she didn't like it! Karen would have been very happy to be the one chosen to provide relief for papa, although upon further reflection she had to admit that it might be a bit awkward to do so in front of her fiancee. It was his first Tuesday session; best to ease him into it gently.

"Well, papa, I would be happy to do so. Do you want me to use my hand, or would you prefer, you know, my, um, my mouth?"

Robert could feel his own cock swell at the thought of Annette performing oral sex on her father. He didn't mind at all. He enjoyed watching his wife have sex with other persons, and it would be particularly fun to watch her suck off her father. Although, he was a bit disappointed that it wasn't really a punishment. Annette would subsequently get him in trouble for having lied to Mr. Dodd, and it was unlikely that his punishment would be the treat of licking Mrs. Dodd's cunnie.

Mr. Dodd, however, was equally aware of the concerns of Karen and Robert. "No, no, my dear. I could hardly consider any of that to be a form of chastisement. No, no, I have something else in mind."

Annette smiled flirtatiously at her father. "Well, papa, what would that be?" Actually, it was quite obvious, and she was more than willing to have him do her. She could in fact feel a bit of warmth developing between her thighs at the thought of being impaled by her daddy. She had certainly done this before, and had done so in front of Robert. She liked to watch him become excited as her daddy pounded his big hard cock in her. She would in fact like for them to sometime do it together, at the same time. She could suck off Bobby as her daddy fucked her little pussy real good. These naughty thoughts were making her more and more excited.

"Here, get up on the punishment table, and assume the position."

Annette smiled gleefully as she got onto her hands and knees, and then, without the need for further instruction, lowered herself to her elbows to raise her bottom up high. Papa apparently wanted to do it from behind. That was fine with her. It was easier that way to watch Bobby as her papa did it to her. She even raised her skirt herself, and pulled her panties all the way down to her knees to show her daddy her white little rump and wet cunny pouch.

Mr. Dodd admired the eagerness of his daughter, as well as the sight of her comely behind. It seemed that the entire Dodd brood had such luscious buns. Annette was 20 years old but she had the bottom of a 16-year old. It was so cute and perky: a little round orb of deliciousness, cut by the most enticing crack. And, her cunnie was poking out so prettily. Annette kept it very nicely trimmed, just like her papa (and Robert) liked it. He could see the glistening moisture of her arousal.

Annette realized that her father might spank her a bit while he was doing it, but that would be okay. She in fact liked a little spicy tingling while having sex.

She couldn't wait. She wiggled her bottom coquettishly, trying to urge her daddy on, and she smiled as she heard the sound of her father's zipper being lowered.

Mr. Dodd reached into his boxers and pulled out his hard, stiff manhood. It was an impressive sight. Perhaps quite appropriately, he had the biggest cock of the family, including thes. Well, he hadn't actually yet seen Tom's cock, but he imagined that his was bigger. His daughter, Karen, at least never mentioned that Tom's was bigger, and it was difficult to imagine one being bigger than this truncheon.

He turned to his wife. "Mother, if you wouldn't mind, perhaps you should apply some lotion. I'm sure I'll need some lubrication for this."

Annette furrowed her brow. Papa was quite big, but she had taken him before without any lubrication and she was certainly quite well lubricated at the moment. Spanking Lonnie had seen to that. She turned her head back to look at her father, as well as his impressively hard cock. "Papa, I think I can take it without any lotion."

"Are you sure, honey? I've never taken you there before, although I know that Robert has certainly pleasured himself that way before."

Annette then finally understood. Her eyes widened in concern. She should have realized this from the beginning. Papa wasn't going to take her in her cunnie, he was going to put his thing up her behind! "Oh my," she softly exclaimed, with considerable trepidation in her voice. It was certainly true that she had let Bobby do it that way, although she herself didn't really enjoy it very much. She did it because she wanted to be a good wife. And, even Bobby felt awfully big up there. She wasn't so sure that she could take her father up her rump.

"But papa, you're awfully terribly big."

Mr. Dodd smiled. It was so nice to hear that your children still admired and respected you even when they became young adults. Not every family could make that claim. "Well, that's nice of you to notice, honey, but don't be concerned, I will be gentle." Mr. Dodd was being quite honest about that. He had no interest in actually hurting or harming his children. Frankly, he had been a bit disappointed to hear that Annette didn't really like anal sex that much. Perhaps this experience might be a good lesson for her, as well as serving as a chastisement. "Now, pumpkin, spread your little cheeks for me."

Annette knew that there was simply no use in any further protest or argument. She gritted her teeth, reached back with both hands, and opened up her fanny.

Mr. Dodd's cock twitched at the sight of his daughter's cute little puckered rosebud, as well as the feel of Mrs. Dodd's hand on his dick, working in a good deal of slippery lotion to help with the insertion. The rest of the family was again leaning forward in their chairs. It was always a Tuesday treat to have a first time experience. None of them had yet seen Annette with a cock up her butt and everyone was quite excited to see how well she took it.

Tom wasn't entirely sure how he should feel. He knew how he did feel. He felt terribly, terribly envious, and excited. He wanted so much to take his cock out and stroke it, but he knew that would be quite inappropriate, although given what he had seen so far, he wasn't entirely sure why. In any case, he knew that he should take his cues from the behavior of the rest of the family, and both Robert and Lonnie were keeping their dicks in their pants. Apparently, that was the proper etiquette, but he knew that he would be seeking immediate relief as soon as he and Karen left the gathering. "Oh man," he softly moaned as he felt Karen lightly touch the head of his stiffness, tracing her finger around and around the bulging round crown. "Isn't this fun?" she whispered. That was an understatement.

"Here," Mrs. Dodd suggested, "I should put a bit as well on Annette's anus, just to be careful."

"Oh, yes, yes," Mr. Dodd agreed and he grinned as he watched his wife squeeze some drops of lotion onto Annette's little brown butt hole.

Annette sighed with pleasure at the feel of her mother's finger working the lotion all along and even into her anus. A mother's touch was always so reassuring and Annette needed that right now. It reminded her when she was a child and her mother would first put lotion on before she took her temperature, down there. She said gratefully, and quietly, "Thank you, mummy."

Mrs. Dodd could sense her daughter's apprehension. It was understandable. She had been quite concerned herself the first time she took Mr. Dodd's thick shaft up her butt, but it had gone well and had certainly been all for the good. She affectionately patted Annette's upraised derriere and said comfortingly, "You be a good girl now, and it will all be fine. You will like daddy's big penis there." She then returned to her seat.

Mr. Dodd carefully aimed his blunted club at the puckered entrance to Annette's rectum. Annette scrunched her bottom up even higher to help her father get a good position for entry. She clenched her eyes shut, anticipating considerable difficulty and perhaps even some pain as he tried to force his manhood inside.

"Now dear, as I am sure your husband has instructed you, it's best to just relax and let it happen. The more anxious and resistant you are, the harder it will be."

She had known this but her best judgment was a bit lost in the tension of the moment.

"Have you had a good poop today?"

Annette blushed with that question. She knew it was indeed a very appropriate question, but it was a bit infantilizing to have your father ask such a question in front of your husband. "Yes, papa," she whispered. "It's okay."

He tried to express some appreciation for her embarrassment. "I'm sorry dear, but you know it would not be good if you have some poopie still in there." He used to call it that when she was little.

"Father!" Annette exclaimed. His effort at mollification was only making it worse. "Just do it."

"That's a good girl."

Mr. Dodd leaned down onto Annette's upraised butt, using the weight of his body to help drive his bludgeon past her tight sphincter.

Annette's eyes widened at the pressure at her gate, but, she had done this before. She knew what to do. She concentrated on just relaxing her sphincter, as if she wanted to let something, something as big as her father's cock, leave on its own accord. "Unnnnnng," she groaned as her butthole suddenly opened up and the head of his cock thrust all the way in, disappearing from sight into her rectum. She felt so distended, so bloated and stuffed. "Wait, wait a second, Papa."

That was fine for Mr. Dodd. He had always felt that his children were just so rushed and busy, always trying to get to the finish line when they should in fact just pause and smell the roses. He understood the value of treasuring the moment, and this was quite a nice one. He was actually inside his daughter's butt. Her cute little round derriere poked up so sweetly in the air. All he could see was the stem of his dick; the round bulb of the head being tucked inside. The physical experience was also so nice, a moment that was worth savoring. It was a very tight fit, like there was a clenched rubber band around his shaft, just below the head, with the head itself being cushioned by receptive soft tissue. He stayed like this for awhile, enjoying the sensations and the sight.

Annette grunted. "Oh, Papa, it's so big in there." Her breathing was sharp and measured. She instinctively just wanted to push it out, like a giant turd that demanded to be released. The bulb and shaft of her father's cock was clearly bigger than her husband's She wanted to complain about that, but she knew that there were some things that you didn't tell your father, at least while Bobby was sitting right there. Her instinct was to try to push her papa's cock out, or to pull away to escape the uncomfortable distension. But, she also wanted to just relax. Any pressure she put on it made it feel even more uncomfortable. She could feel her sphincter on the verge of spasms.




Tuesday Is Guest Star Day



Her father slowly began to push it in farther. He could sense that his daughter was ready. If she had been asked, she would have requested that he wait a bit longer, but a father knows that his children at times need to be pushed along, for their own good, to the next big step, perhaps even at times shoved. So, he pushed down deeper into her butt. But, not terribly far, just a bit further, and then he pulled back. He repeated this again and again, each time going in a bit further. It wasn't easy. She was awfully tight. But he enjoyed the feel of her rectum rubbing and massaging the head of his cock as it worked its way in and out of her ass.

Mr. Dodd reached under her and was pleased to discover that she was moist with arousal. It was difficult for her to take her daddy's cock up her ass but it was equally clear that she was enjoying it. He looked over at his son. "You do massage her clitoris when you take her behind."

Robert at first just nodded, being a bit mildly peeved that Mr. Dodd would think that he needed to be told such an obvious thing. It is amazing how little thes will think you know about being a good husband to their child. Of course he diddled her clit while he stuck it up her butt! But, still, Mr. Dodd was Annette's father and a good father will always look after his daughter, checking and double-checking to be sure that she is being treated like the princess she is. He spoke up, "Oh yes, absolutely, Mr. Dodd."

Annette sighed when her father's fingers made contact with her clit. She began to meet his thrusting motions with her own; pushing back toward him when he thrust forward, pulling down when he pulled back. She even wiggled her bottom to give him more stimulation, physically and visually, a gesture her father really appreciated. It no longer felt so hard to accept him inside, her sphincter muscles now fully welcoming the thick size of his hard cock as it moved in and out of her rectum, her sphincter more caressing than resisting him.

Mr. Dodd rhythmically slid his cock in and out of her ass, never pulling out too far or moving in too deep, continuing to play with, to massage, Annette's clit, now dripping wet with arousal. He pumped his cock in and out, but not too rapidly. He was sensually fucking her butt, all the while caressing the wet, slippery lips of her cunt and massaging the hard little button of her clit.

Annette half closed her eyes. "Papa," she whispered, ever so quietly. "This feels so good." This was no longer a punishment, but that was fine with her father. At the moment, he didn't really feel like disciplining her. He just wanted to fuck her, to fuck her cute, little derriere.

She reached down between her legs and grasped her daddy's balls, squeezing them softly. It was her father's turn to gasp. Sometimes your children can actually surprise you with how much they know. He turned again to Robert and smiled approvingly at the feel of his daughter's fingers on his testicles. Annette fondled, tickled, and gently squeezed the family jewels as her father began to stroke short rapid thrusts with his hips. He was now giving her asshole a good quick fucking, not too deep but very animalistic, like a dog mounted on its lover, plunging rapidly to get a quick release, at the same time squeezing and rubbing her clit with more force and pressure.

Annette responded by grasping down hard on his shaft with her sphincter, trying to meet his rapid thrusts with her own little bottom, but recognizing that she could not keep up. She then just held her butt still, letting him fuck her fanny with his big daddy cock, giving her butt to him for his to fuck as he saw fit, although still holding tight with her sphincter so he couldn't escape and squeezing and milking his balls with her hand. 

Mr. Dodd felt his legs stiffen with the inevitability sweeping through his loins. He stopped thrusting as the first wave of cum jettisoned up through his shaft with substantial force, bursting out from his cock deep into his daughter's ass.

Annette felt the pulsation through her sphincter muscles, closing her eyes to enjoy the feel of her father spurting his cum deep into her butt. She could feel the shaft twitch and jump with each ejaculation. She thought she could even feel the liquid mounting in her rectum. It felt so nice. It was not right to have her father release his sperm into her cunnie. She was on birth control but she always felt that it wasn't worth the risk. Mr. Dodd did always practice safe sex in that regard, and responsibly used a condom whenever he fucked one of his daughters in the cunt (or even his daughter). But this was different. This was itself safe sex, at least in that regard, and Annette basked in the pleasure of feeling Papa freely release his heavy load of sperm deep inside her. She repeatedly squeezed his cock with her sphincter, trying to milk him with her ass, and certainly milk his balls with her fist to be sure that she wasn't denied any drop of his jism and, with her first squeeze of his gushing balls, her own orgasm suddenly burst through her, releasing surges of bestial bliss coursing through her body. She twitched and jumped on his cock, as her body was engulfed by her climax, never letting go though of her father's nuts as her body jerked and spasmed.

Mr. Dodd leaned forward onto Annette's back with exhaustion, panting, bracing himself with his hands on her twitching, jumping hips as his last spurts entered her rump. He jerked himself as he felt his daughter clench tightly on his balls as she was absorbed by her own orgasm. As the last few squirts weakly left his cock, he opened his eyes, and breathed a sigh of deep satisfaction. It had felt so good. He wished it could have continued longer but he enjoyed now the feeling of blissful relief. He smiled, and slowly pulled his cock out, the head giving a pop as it was released through her clenched sphincter. Her anus stayed open a bit after he removed it, gaping at him, showing him the globs of cum in her rectum, then slowly shutting once again.

"Well, honey," he said, somewhat breathlessly, "That was very nice." He affectionately patted her fanny. "You're a good girl."

Annette looked back over her shoulder at her father and smiled, appreciatively, "Thank you, Papa." It was always so nice to hear your father's compliments, to feel his affection, his love. Besides, she had clearly enjoyed it as much as him. Her bottom felt so stretched, so raw, but oh so good, as the after glow of her orgasm radiated through her body.

Mrs. Dodd quickly joined them, a wet sanitary wipe in her hand. She cleaned off her husband's now slackening penis. As noted before, Mrs. Dodd took pride in keeping her house, and her family, clean and sanitary, always keeping a box of sanitary wipes nearby. The children often teased her about it and Doreen couldn't resist saying this time, "Thank you Natalie," as Mrs. Dodd did look a bit like Monk's assistant, always with a ready sanitary wipe. "A clean home is a happy home," she responded, not the least bit troubled by the suggestion that she was too obsessive about it.

Annette actually took one of the wipes herself, although feeling a little self-conscious about cleaning her anus in front of everyone. Many people have a recurring dream in which they are suddenly naked in front of a crowd of people. Annette's was a bit unusual, as she would have this dream that she was going to the bathroom, even doing a "number two," and then suddenly realize that she was not alone, that she was in fact in some room with all sorts of people around her, and she was desperately trying to have her dump be as quiet as possible, so perhaps they wouldn't notice what she was doing and, please, oh so please, not to smell. That would be so terribly embarrassing. Well, this wasn't nearly so bad, but she couldn't help but think of this dream as she wiped her anus clean in front of the family and handed the used wipe back to her mother, who, like a good mother, took it without any expression of discomfort or distaste. On the contrary, she smiled approvingly at her daughter's cleanliness and said, "Here, take some more, you might need them."

Annette smiled back. Mother's do at times know best. She realized that she would need additional wipes, as it might not be that easy to keep her daddy's cum up inside her rectum as she was sitting through the rest of the meeting. She gratefully took a few, pulled up her panties, and returned to her seat.

Karen leaned into Tom's shoulder, pressing her soft breast against his arm, and said, "I just can't wait for our honeymoon."

Tom's balls were indeed aching after watching Annette take her father's cock up her bottom. It wasn't the best reason to be desperately wanting his wedding day to come, but he had to admit that, at this particular moment, he was himself really looking forward to it.

Mr. Dodd heard Karen's remark and realized that perhaps the evening should end as it had begun, discussing the wedding plans of his daughter. He asked as he tucked his slackening cock back into his pants, "Do you kids have something special planned?"

"Oh yes, father," Karen replied. It might be a bit unusual for a daughter to speak so openly about her sex life with her father, but the Dodd children did not suffer from the insecurities so evident in most families. "It will be the first time we do it that way."

"What a lovely idea," Mrs. Dodd said. "It will be just like giving him your flower." Mrs. Dodd was a romantic at heart.

Karen squeezed Tom's arm and said sweetly, "My rosebud."

Mr. Dodd approved as well and said to Tom, "Well, I certainly envy you there, Thomas. I've seen that puckered beauty and I imagine that it will be quite a pleasure."

"Daddy," Karen exclaimed, "don't embarrass me now." The Dodd girls did at least share the typical discomfort of having one's father gush over them in front of a boyfriend.

"Now, don't be modest, Karen. I must say, I think your little brown star is the prettiest in the family."

Karen modestly lowered her head and blushed profusely, but she also basked in the sweet delight of her father's compliment. To be told that your anus was the prettiest among Annette, Doreen, and her mother was really very, very flattering. She squirmed in her seat, thinking about how pretty it was.

Annette though wasn't particularly happy about that. Sisters can be quite competitive when it comes to the attention of their father and, after all, papa had just fucked her in the butt. It seemed a little discourteous, if not rude, to say that right after using hers to get relief.

"But, then again," Mr. Dodd added, "after tasting the sweet touch of Annette's, I might be wrong about that."

Annette smiled proudly, looking at Karen in triumph.

It was now Karen's turned to feel slighted. Why does Annette always seem to win out? "Well, papa, you can have it after the honeymoon, then you can compare." She gave Annette a challenging look.

Mr. Dodd naturally enjoyed the competition of his daughters for his affection, but Mrs. Dodd stepped in before it got out of hand. "Now, now, everybody will get their turn. If there is one thing we do in the Dodd household, it is sharing."

That was indeed true. There was really no need to feel left out.

Karen added, "Well, it will also be the first time I kiss him."

Mr. Dodd was understandably confused by that. "What?" 

"You know, papa, kiss him, down there, on his thing." To demonstrate her point she grasped the soft plum that was so clearly pushing hard against his slacks.

"My goodness, you mean you've never performed oral sex on the young man?" He wasn't so sure that he approved of that.

"Well, no, papa. I just thought it would be nice to save some things for the honeymoon."

"Well, I know dear. I can understand waiting on the anal sex, but, my goodness, oral sex can be so much of the foreplay. My gracious." Mr. Dodd was beginning to wonder if he had in fact been a good father after all. He had certainly not raised his daughters to avoid oral sex. He looked to his wife for some assistance, advice, or at least some reassurance that he had not failed his daughter.

Mrs. Dodd asked, "Sweetie, you do enjoy oral sex, don't you?"

"Well, actually, um, I suspect that I would. I mean, I know I would, but I can't honestly say because I haven't done it yet."

The room was still. That was certainly a surprise. Mr. Dodd furrowed his brow. Could this really be true? He had to admit that he had not yet, so far, actually seen Karen give anyone a blow job. She had been attending the Tuesday meetings for less than a year and had participated a number of times. As he thought back on those times, he could not recall witnessing her perform oral sex. But, how could this be?

He felt terrible as a father. He knew he should have been spending more time with her. He had noticed her jealousy over the attention and time he had spent with Annette. He had to admit, although not out loud, that Annette was his favorite. She was the first one, his first little girl. He had doted on her and, apparently, to the neglect of Karen. He didn't know what to say, what to do.

Mrs. Dodd broke the silence. "Honey, how could this be true? I mean, never, never with any guy at all?"

"No, mummy, nobody. I mean, I know how open and free the two of you are with your sexual life, and I respect that. I enjoy it. I just wanted my marriage to be different. I mean, we do lots of other things." She turned to her fiancee and smiled, "Don't we, Tommy?"

Tom felt a little uncomfortable talking explicitly with her parents about what they did (or didn't) do, although, given what he had just witnessed, he wondered if he really should feel so uncomfortable talking about it. After all, they were actually doing it with their offspring. He just nodded.

"And, I wanted the honeymoon to be really special, to save something for the marriage."

Mrs. Dodd smiled. She understood. Karen was more like her mother than her father. Such a romantic. "I know, dear, and I think that is so terribly sweet. But, must you really wait on both?" She turned to her daughter's fiancee, the boy who had so recently stuck his fingers up her cunnie. "Tom, how do you feel about this?"

Well, this was awkward. Karen's mother was asking him whether he agreed with her, or her daughter, his fiancee. There didn't seem to be any way he wasn't going to get into trouble. But, this was one matter of etiquette for which his mother had prepared him. You try to make it sound like you agree with both of them. "Well, you could wait on just one, and it would still be very special. I am quite willing and happy though to wait on both."

"Spoken like a true son," interjected Mr. Dodd. "I tell you what, though, Karen, what would be truly special."

"What's that, papa?"

"It would mean an awful lot to us, your parents, if you shared one of the two with us, with your entire family, and then you could save the other for your marriage."

Mrs. Dodd was ecstatic. "Oh my! That's a wonderful idea, father." She always enjoyed being a part of the firsts of her children: their first tooth, their first steps, their first words, their first day of school, their first dance, their first crush. This would be just so terribly wonderful.

Karen could also see the wisdom. The sageness of her father never ceased to impress her. Sharing with her parents, with the rest of her family, a first time would indeed be a very special Tuesday event, one for which Annette could never top. She probably didn't even have any firsts left. She didn't have to think twice about it. "Alright, papa, which would you like to see?"

"Well, as I would prefer that you cease from avoiding one of the more enjoyable foreplays, why don't you share with us your first oral performance."

Tom's cock was straining to be released. His balls were aching with desire. As far as he was concerned, this was one fantastic family.

Mr. Dodd turned to the rest of the Dodd brood and relatives. "Won't this be a most extraordinary, momentous, Tuesday?" They all had to agree with that. Even Annette had to nod, albeit with a more disappointed agreement.

"Alright then. Tom, why don't you, once again, join me up front."

Tom got up from his seat, feeling quite self-conscious over the fact that his erection was so clearly straining against his trousers. He instinctively covered himself with his hands, although he knew that shortly he would be revealing much more than just a bulge.

"Here, stand up on one side of the table."

Tom followed his instruction. His self-consciousness escalated as he stepped onto the leather table. It was like he was stepping onto a stage, which was what he was in fact doing. That was fine. But, to be doing so in order to display his sexual arousal toward the man's daughter? In front of her entire family? This was rather disconcerting, to say the least. He could feel his legs having trouble maintaining balance.

Mr. Dodd sensed his ambivalence. It was always difficult for an the first time they presented themselves to the family. As he had said before, for Robert and Doreen, "Don't be troubled. After all, Tuesday is guest star day."

Karen joined him on the stage. Unlike Tom, she was gleaming with pride. She was now terribly glad that she had waited. It had been the correct decision. She would not have been able to have this moment with her father, her mother, if she had previously given in to her desires. Abstinence is at times the best choice.

She got onto her knees in front of her fiancee. Smiling up at him, she reached for his zipper. She couldn't be happier. She was about to introduce her man to the rest of the family.

She pulled his zipper down, and reached inside.

Tom instinctively jerked away. He hesitated at the moment of truth.

It was Karen's turn to provide reassurance. "Tom, don't worry. They will be so impressed." She reached in and expertly extracted his hard cock.

She proudly drew her fingers along its length, as if it was her own work of craftsmanship that she was now displaying for her family. She was so pleased with her man. "Isn't he lovely, mother?"

Tom's erection was probably the smallest within the room, but it was a very smooth, smart, and stout stiffie. Mrs. Dodd bit her lower lip, imagining how nice it would be to take that young man's penis into her mouth.

Karen first just puckered her lips and planted a lasting, tender, affectionate kiss on the tip. She wanted everyone to see how much she loved her man, and her family, letting them witness the first time she places her lips on the head of a man's cock.

She then looked to her father. "You'll tell me, daddy, if I do anything wrong?"

He smiled with appreciation. How many fathers still have daughters who ask for advice after they're all grown up? Their relationship was so good. But, being the good father he was, he knew that this was the time to pass his daughter's hand, or more accurately her lips, to her betrothed. "Well, I think you should look to your fiancee for such guidance now."

Annette appreciate the point and looked up to Tom, fluttering her full lashes across her lovely green eyes, and said, "I hope you'll like it."

Tom smiled back, knowing full well that he would and that there was really nothing to be concerned about.

Annette drew out her tongue and ran it up and down the length of his shaft, as if his cock was a tasty sweet popsicle. She was careful to cover every inch. Tom's cock was perfect for such attention, as his shaft was so smooth, bereft of any blemishes or hair. Karen had no experience but she had seen quite a bit over the past few months, paid careful attention, and knew what to do.

"That's excellent, sweetie," her father said approvingly. Annette frowned with envy. She had to admit that a part of her would not have been disappointed if Karen wasn't at all good at it, although that might have in fact just brought father into the act, having Karen practice on the both of them.