6 comments/ 41065 views/ 30 favorites Jenny, Lifted By: TLPesquire Jenny didn't have to rifle through the medicine cabinet to find what she was looking for; she knew precisely where it was. After looking back to make sure she had closed the bathroom door, she popped open the bottle, took out two pills, and swallowed them dry. On the other side of the door, Jenny could hear the revellers getting louder. It had just turned ten, which meant everyone was there and everyone was tipsy. This wasn't the first time Jenny had lifted her dad's Percocet. She didn't do it as much as she wanted because she was scared he was keeping count. So she saved her pilfering for special occasions, like this her parents' anniversary party. Jenny put the bottle back then reached over and flushed the toilet. She turned on the sink and counted to three. After turning it off, she exited her parents' bathroom and made her way to the den to rejoin the party. "Jenny!" A woman stopped her; probably an aunt or a cousin, she thought. "You are so grown up now! Just look at you!" Jenny desperately waited for the Percs to kick in. "I'm so sorry I missed your graduation," the woman continued. "Who are you?" Jenny thought. "I was going to mail this to you, but I thought I'd just wait until I saw you at the party," the woman dug through her purse. She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and put it in Jenny's hand. "Congratulations!" she said as she pulled Jenny into an awkward hug. "Thanks," Jenny said. "I need to find my mom." She turned and headed for the kitchen leaving she-didn't-know-who-exactly behind. "You look beautiful," the lady called, and she was right. Jenny was a knockout in a very tee-shirt-and-jeans kind of way. She was petite, with pale skin and fiery red hair. She wasn't a model, but she was a perfect girl-next-door. She had no problems getting the boys' attention back in high school. Jenny found her mom in the kitchen talking to their neighbor, Ms. Stevens, and sneaking a cigarette. Sarah wasn't a closeted smoker per se; she just didn't want her mother to see her. "There she is," Ms. Stevens said, noticing Jenny. "Hi," Jenny said, never breaking stride. When she got to her mother, Jenny pulled the cigarette from her mom's hand and took a deep drag. This had been the pair's little game ever since Sarah caught Jenny stealing them out of her pack a few months ago. Jenny wasn't technically allowed to smoke, but if her dad wasn't looking, Sarah would let the girl take some puffs off of one she already had lit. "Jenny!" Sarah exclaimed, shocked that her daughter would try this with company watching. Jenny handed the smoke back to her mom then looked at Ms. Stevens. "Don't tell dad," she said. Sarah laughed unexpectedly, almost as if she was proud of her daughter's little stunt. "Yeah," Sarah said. "Don't tell Rob. He would kill us both." Jenny giggled. The Percocet was starting to kick in. She knew the feeling from her previous adventures: swimming head, numb body, and the feeling of being lifted off the ground and twirled around by a big, strong man. There was a noise from the den; someone was clinking a spoon against a champagne flute. "Where's Sarah?" a voice boomed. Jenny recognized it as her grandfather's. "Shit!" Sarah handed her cigarette to Ms. Stevens and hustled away. Jenny followed. It was time for the big toast, but Jenny wasn't paying attention to the words her grandfather was saying. She was concentrating on the flames that were rising and falling in the fireplace across the den. Jenny watched as they darted and danced over the smoldering logs. She saw the smoke rising up in tendrils before curling up the chimney. Jenny was stoned. "Champagne?" It was Ms. Stevens. She was offering Jenny a flute. She accepted, and slammed it down without waiting for the cue from the toastmaster. "Jenny!" Ms. Stevens whispered, in shock at what she'd seen her eighteen-year old neighbor girl do that night. Jenny didn't really like the taste of alcohol, but in her current state she didn't care. She walked over to the bar, found an open bottle, and refilled her glass while her grandfather droned on. This time, she waited. "Cheers!" came the call. "Cheers," Jenny repeated and drained her second flute. The party continued. Jenny made small talk with the gathered friends and family, and then she noticed she was slurring her words. She was also becoming a little drowsy. "I need to lay down," she thought. She retreated to her bedroom, closed and locked the door, then plopped down on the bed. Within minutes, she was out. There was a pounding on the door—undoubtedly the work of one of her parents. "Sleep," Jenny slurred. Silence. She rolled over and became tangled up in something. She realized she still had on her dress. Jenny sat up and groggily slid down the zipper in the back. Then she lifted hips off the bed and pushed the dress down and off, letting it tumble to the floor. She was left in just a brief pair of red panties. Jenny plopped back down and fell asleep again. She didn't make it through the night, however. The next time Jenny awoke, she felt a mild burning in her throat. Between the pills, the cigarette, and the champagne, she had developed dry mouth. She slung her legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and headed for the kitchen. Jenny found a dirty champagne flute by the sink and filled it from the faucet. She gulped the water down, and then she filled it again. Jenny sat down at the kitchen table and sipped from her glass. She noticed her mother's purse sitting on one of the other chairs. Jenny pulled it over and dove in. She came out with her mother's cigarettes and lighter. She took one from the pack, put it between her lips, and lit it up. She inhaled deeply, then she blew the smoke out through pursed lips. Jenny sat there in the dark—drinking water, smoking—until the cigarette was gone. She got up and ran the butt under the faucet then dropped it in the trash. She took a last sip of water, put the glass down, and then headed back to her room. As she was walking back through the den, a light came on. It was the lamp on the end table by the sofa. "Sarah?" Jenny turned toward the voice and found a familiar face staring back at her. It was Mr. Lemons, a friend of the family who had been at the party. Jenny, realizing her state of undress, brought her hands up to cover her tits. Mr. Lemons said nothing; he just stared, mouth agape. Jenny spun round and darted back towards her bedroom. She could feel the man's eyes on her barely covered ass as she dashed down the hall. Jenny ran into her room and closed the door before collapsing on the bed. She couldn't believe what had happened. She figured that Mr. Lemons had too much to drink at the party and decided to stay the night and crash on their couch. Jenny probably woke him when she went to the kitchen. Jenny turned beet red. She was no prude, but this wasn't some high school bathroom hand job. Mr. Lemons was an old friend, with the emphasis on old. He had to be in his early fifties. What would she say to him in the morning? This was beyond awkward. She got under the covers, pulling the sheet all the way up over her head, and tried to fall back asleep. Her heart was pounding though, and she was awake for the long haul. Jenny poked her head out and looked at the clock: two-thirty. "I wonder if Mr. Lemons is just as embarrassed as I am," she thought. "Or is he a dirty old man that's laying in there thinking about me and beating off?" Jenny smiled at that possibility. She liked being the bad girl. The smoking, the pills, the sex—those things gave her a rush. "Maybe he has a big dick," she conjectured. Jenny let her right hand slip down to the waistband of her pretty little red panties. She wanted to get off, and that bad part of her wanted Mr. Lemons to get off, too. Just as Jenny's hand started to inch closer to her sweet spot, she heard a moan coming through the wall. Her first thought was that Mr. Lemons actually was jerking off and took it a little too far. Then she realized that the noise came from the wrong direction. She heard another moan. The noise was coming from her parents' bedroom. Mom and dad were fucking. Jenny knew that most girls her age would be equal parts embarrassed and disgusted. First, an old man sees her, and then she hears what she was hearing. But Jenny was different; she was more turned on than ever. Jenny had experimented with sex throughout her final year in high school. She started with heavy petting, moved up to blowjobs, and finally to straight fucking. She wasn't a slut—she had only gone all the way with four guys—but she thought she was close. Again, she liked being the bad girl. The moans kept coming through the wall, and then there was a repeated banging sound. It had to be her parents' headboard smacking into the drywall. Jenny had caught her parents screwing around once before, a couple of months ago, on her dad's birthday. She walked into the kitchen that morning to find her mom on her knees sucking the hell out of her dad's dick. They saw her, of course, and that lead to lots of embarrassment and a refresher course on the birds and the bees. It turned Jenny on. Jenny knew she shouldn't be listening to what she was listening to and thinking what she was thinking about, but she couldn't help it. Her hand found her pussy and started rubbing in circles. Just when she was starting her masturbatory routine, a wicked idea popped into her mind. Wicked by even her standards. She didn't know if it was the remains of the Percocet or just her libido, but she got a feeling of irrational confidence. She got out of bed and peeled her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them then headed for the door, wanting to hurry before reason kicked in and she changed her mind. Jenny peeked down the hall; the lamp in the den was off. She walked first to her parents' door. With her ear pressed against the wood, the fucking was all the more audible. Now she could make out words, not just moans and grunts. Jenny smiled a wicked little smile and walked toward the den. Jenny maneuvered around to the front of the couch where Mr. Lemons slept. It was dark, but she could see that his eyes were open. He was taking her in, trying to make out the details of her naked body. In one quick motion, Jenny pulled the old quilt he was sleeping under off and to the floor. She laid on to of him. "Jenny," he started, but before he could say another word she forced her tongue down his throat. When she came up for air, she looked him in the eye and said rather matter-of-factly, "Don't say a fucking word." Jenny reached down between his legs and found that Mr. Lemons was still wearing his pants. She unzipped the fly and reached in. Her hand found his stiff dick. As she was maneuvering it out, he gasped. Jenny could smell the booze on his breath. Once it was free, she guided his cock into her dripping pussy. She fell back down on top of him so the two were chest to chest. She put her hand over his mouth just to make sure he stayed silent, then she started grinding into him. She was being bad. Mr. Lemons didn't make a peep, and he didn't move a muscle. Jenny did all the work. She knew it wouldn't take long. After what couldn't have been more than a minute and a half, she felt his dick explode inside her. This set her off, and after a few more grinds, she had to bite her lip to keep quiet as her own orgasm spilled over her. Jenny laid there for a minute, breathing hard, her nipples softly poking into Mr. Lemons' chest. He remained silent and still, probably lost somewhere between extreme pleasure and biting disbelief. Once she caught her breath, Jenny kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "thank you." She pulled up and off his rod, then got to her feet and headed back to the bedroom, her pussy dripping all the way. She opened the door and went straight for the bed. She laid on her back and moved her hand down her body. She gripped her cunt, trying to keep her juices and Mr. Lemons' cum from seeping out. She was in Heaven. Then noise from her parents' room had stopped. Jenny closed her eyes, and within minutes she was asleep. When she woke up, Jenny had a headache but no regrets. She pulled on her robe and headed toward the kitchen. She didn't know if she wanted Mr. Lemons to be there or not. It could be a fun tease, she thought, but it could also be super awkward, especially around her parents. When she got to the kitchen, Jenny found only her mom. "Good morning, sleepyhead," Sarah said. Jenny noticed that her mom was holding a tumbler of what looked to be her father's expensive scotch. "It looks like you had more champagne than I thought last night. You're hung over, aren't you?" Sarah asked. "Is dad up? Can I have a cigarette?" Sarah laughed. "Yes and no," she said. "But you can have a little hair of the dog if you like." She indicated her glass. Jenny nodded. "You missed the big ending last night," Sarah said as she poured some of the scotch out for her little girl. "Mr. Lemons got so drunk he passed out in the bathroom. You're dad drug him to the couch so he could sleep it off." "Is he still here?" Jenny asked as her mother put the glass down in front of her. "He was gone when I woke up," Sarah said. "So was your father. I assume he took him home." Jenny took a big swig of the scotch. Her face crinkled up and her eyes watered. "It's different than champagne," her mom giggled. Undeterred, Jenny took another pull. "Well I guess you showed me," Sarah said, smiling. "Pour yourself some cereal; I'm going to take a shower." Sarah headed down the hall to her bedroom. Jenny picked up her glass and choked down the last swallow of whiskey. Jenny waited until she heard the hum of the hot water heater, then she pounced. She found her mother's purse and starting digging for her cigarettes. She grabbed the pack and opened the box. She stopped, however, when she came across something wholly unexpected. "Fuck," Jenny said to no one in particular. Right there, poking out among the long, white, factory-produced cigarettes was one that was obviously hand-rolled. Jenny immediately knew what it was, but she pulled it out and smelled it anyway. Her conclusion was confirmed: her mom had a joint. Jenny thought about putting it back and pretending that she'd never seen it, but then she had a better idea. Jenny was no stranger to pot; she used to smoke with her friends in the woods behind her school. And of course it was always present at parties. But Jenny had never considered the possibility that her mom liked to get high. She formed a plan of action and marched down the hall with the joint in hand. Sarah was letting the warm water spill over her when she heard the bathroom door open. She peaked out from behind the curtain, and there was her daughter. "Hi, mom," Jenny said with a coy little smile. "What is it?" Sarah asked. "Oh nothing," Jenny replied casually. "I just wanted to show you what I found." With that, Jenny held up the joint and waved it in front of her face making sure her mom saw. Sarah turned ghost white. She was speechless for a few seconds, and then she started in. "I told you that you couldn't have a cigarette! What were you doing going through my purse?" Jenny smiled. "Relax mom," she said. "I think it's cool." Sarah turned off the water and stepped out. She and Jenny had seen each other naked plenty of times—trying on clothes, getting dressed, etc.—so her nudity wasn't embarrassing to either of them. She pulled a towel of the rack and started drying off as she spoke. "Jenny," she started, "Your uncle Peter gave that to me last night for an anniversary present. I haven't touched that stuff since college. I'm going to throw it out. I don't know why I left it where I did. I should have known you'd find it." "Mom," Jenny responded. "I said I think it's cool." Sarah finished drying herself and wrapped the towel around her. "You do, do you?" Sarah asked disapprovingly. "Yeah," Jenny answered. "I mean it's not like I haven't gotten high before." "I know, know," she said with a sigh, "but maternal denial is a powerful thing. I don't like to think of you as being that grown up." There was a beat, then Jenny looked her mom right in the eyes. "We don't have to throw it out, you know." "What?" Sarah asked, a little amazed at the balls her kid was showing. "I mean," Jenny continued, "there are other ways to get rid of it." Sarah couldn't help but let loose a chuckle. "Dad doesn't have to know," Jenny said. "We could smoke it together. Like a bonding thing. Our secret." "A bonding thing?" Sarah repeated. "You just want to get stoned. And you want to get me stoned." Jenny just looked at her mom with an impish smile. "Okay," Sarah relented, "but if your dad ever finds out about this..." Jenny turned and ran to the kitchen. He grabbed her mom's lighter and rushed back. "We should do it in here," Jenny told her mom. "We can turn the fan on and he'll never be able to smell it." "You're speaking from experience, aren't you?" she asked even though she new the answer. Jenny popped the joint into her mouth and held up the lighter. "Are you ready?" she asked. "If we're going to do it then shut up and do it," Sarah replied. Fifteen minutes later, mother and daughter were sitting on the couch in the den, laughing about God knows what. Sarah was still in her towel, and her hair was wet. The two were sharing a cigarette, passing it back and forth. "So what other secrets are you hiding?" Sarah asked. "No secrets," Jenny replied. "I'm an open book." Sarah took a long pull off the cigarette and handed it to her daughter. "So tell me something I don't know then." Jenny giggled. "No, tell me," Sarah insisted. "I really want to know." "Promise you won't get mad?" Jenny asked. "Honey," came the reply, "even if I wanted to, I don't think I could get mad right now." She laughed a little then took the cigarette back. "Well," Jenny started, still hesitating, "last night I took some of dad's Percocet during the party." "Jenny!" her mom exclaimed. "Are you insane?" "You promised you wouldn't get mad." Sarah took a second to process what she just heard, then she squinted her eyes and looked seriously at Jenny. "What else?" Jenny looked down. "You said you were an open book..." "Well," Jenny started, "last night, in my room, I heard you and dad." "What did you hear?" Jenny's fair skin turned beet red. "The two of you," she answered. "Fucking." "Jenny!" Now it was Sarah's turn to blush. "It's okay, mom. It's not like it was the first time. And it's not like I'm a virgin." Sarah was taken aback by her daughter's openness, but she wasn't shocked. She figured as much. Sarah handed the cigarette back to Jenny then squinted at her again, even harder than before. "What else?" she asked. Jenny thought for a minute as she took a drag. "Okay, but promise you won't freak out," she said. Her mom took back the cigarette, took a deep drag, then stubbed it out right on the end table. "Tell me." "Last night," Jenny started, "I fucked Mr. Lemons." Sarah's mouth dropped open. She stood up and walked around behind the couch. She let her towel slip down below her breasts. She stared at her daughter in disbelief. "Mom!" Jenny exclaimed, her buzz suddenly in jeopardy. "It's okay. I was just...After hearing you and dad...He'll never tell anyone!" Sarah stood in stunned silence. "You fucked Dan?" she finally asked. "You fucked Dan Lemons?" "Yes," Jenny replied. "Right here. Last night." Without warning, Sarah's silence turned into uproarious laughter. She let go of her towel and let it plop to the ground. She sat down on the carpet and started crying she was laughing so hard. Jenny got up and ran over to her. Jenny, Lifted "Mom? Mom?! Are you okay?" "Yes. Yes, sweetheart," she said through the chuckles. "It's just when I was about your age, and he was much younger..." "What mom?" Jenny asked. "I fucked him, too." With that, they both erupted in laughter. That night, after dinner, Jenny sat in the kitchen with Sarah while her father read in the den. "I can't believe you told me that," Sarah whispered. "I can't either," Jenny responded. It sounded like a joke when Jenny said it in the bathroom, but their revelations did seem to bring them closer together. Jenny felt almost at one with her mom, and Sarah felt the same about her daughter. Jenny knew she liked to be bad, and she was starting to think it was hereditary. Later that night, Jenny lay in bed, gazing up at the ceiling, thinking about what had happened. After the initial revelation, she and her mom had talked more in depth about topics that were normally taboo. Jenny told her mother about losing her virginity and the hand jobs and blowjobs that came before. Sarah told Jenny about the little cocaine habit she developed then kicked in college. And they talked about Jenny's dad. After what they had discussed, Sarah had no problem spilling the details of her and her husband's sex life. They talked like girlfriends, and it made them both feel good. Jenny couldn't fall asleep. She was wearing one of her dad's old button-down white shirts and nothing else. She felt a slight urge to pleasure herself, but she resisted, thinking that she had been the bad girl enough for one day. Then she heard a sound. It was just like the night before: Sarah was moaning in ecstasy. But tonight it seemed louder and less self-conscious. She had told her mom that she could hear her through the walls, so maybe Sarah decided there was no sense in trying to be discreet any longer. Jenny listened to them for a few minutes more, and the urge to masturbate became tougher to resist. Jenny ran her finger along her slit; she was wet. This was something she'd have to take care of. She opened her legs wide, and a plunged a single finger into her pussy. She started to work it around, but then she stopped and pulled her finger back. A wicked grin came over Jenny's face. She reached over to her bedside table and pulled open the drawer. She retrieved what she had stashed there earlier—four perfectly sculpted yellow rods of Percocet. She popped them in her mouth and waited for the drug to take effect. After several more minutes of listening, she felt herself slide into a higher state like an arm into a loose sleeve. She hopped out of bed and tiptoed across her room. When she opened her door, she could hear her parents even more clearly. "Fuck, Rob. You're so good." "I love you baby." "You're going to make me scream." "Quiet or you'll wake Jenny." Jenny walked stealthily down the hall to her parent's door, listening to their lovemaking the whole way. She paused at the threshold. "Now or never," Jenny thought, and she slowly pushed the door open. The scene that unfolded in front of her was like something she'd only seen in pornos. Her parent's sex seemed to be totally different than the sex that she'd had: less inhibited, more feral. Her dad was on his back, and her mom was riding him. The covers were balled up in a pile on the floor. They were both fully naked. Jenny had seen her mom's body only a few hours earlier, but it was different this time. She was seeing it in action. Sarah's breasts were about the same size as Jenny's, and they bounced up and down while she rode her husband's cock. Rob had his hands on her hips, directing her every movement. Jenny stepped into the room. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt but left it on. The fabric bulged over her young, firm tits. "Mom?" she asked sheepishly. As soon as Rob saw her he threw Sarah off him and rolled over onto his stomach, hiding his dick from his daughter. "Jenny! Get out!" he yelled. Sarah looked over at Jenny and gave her a smile. She said nothing. "Dad, it's okay..." Jenny started "Get out!" he repeated. He craned his neck to look at his daughter, hoping to give her the "I'm serious" eyes, but it was hard from his facedown position. When he saw her, he was taken aback. He could see all the way down her body. The shirt covered her nipples, but everything else—her flat stomach, the curve of her breasts, her v of red pubic hair, and of course her pussy—was in full view. "Jesus, Jenny!" he yelled. "It's okay baby," Sarah said with a grin, unseen by her husband. "Go back to bed. I'm sorry we were loud." Jenny stood there a few seconds longer, feeling naughtier than she'd ever felt. "It's really not such a big deal, dad," she said before she turned around and walked out of the room. But it really was a big deal. She had seen her dad not only naked, but fucking. He looked so goddamn sexy. The way he handled her mother, the noises he was making. Jenny got back to her room, closed the door, and leaned back on it; she couldn't even make it to the bed. Her fingers found her dripping pussy, and in about thirty seconds it was over. Her orgasm subsided. There were no sounds coming from her parent's room. Jenny flopped onto the bed and smiled a devilish smile. She couldn't help but wish Mr. Lemons was there, even if he wasn't really the man she wanted. "You owe me an orgasm," Sarah said as she and Jenny sat at the breakfast table drinking coffee. "Your father was so spooked by your little performance that he couldn't even look at me afterward." "God," Jenny responded. "The two of you were so fucking sexy. You can't blame me for wanting to get in on the action." "I remember when I was your age," Sarah said. "I was horny all the time too, but never for my dad. Is it just that he has the closest dick possible?" "No!" Jenny answered. "I know he loves me and would take care of me. I've been fucked plenty of times, but I've never been in love with any of those boys. But I am in love with daddy." Sarah looked at her daughter and was taken by her beauty and innocence. This wasn't just about sex; her daughter was in search of something grander. "Plus he has a great cock," Jenny added. Sarah couldn't help but giggle. "I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Sarah said as she knocked on the door. "C'mon mom," Jenny said. "You know you want to just as bad as I do." The door slung open. Sarah's brother, Jenny's uncle Peter, stood looking out. "Hey guys," he said. "What a nice surprise on a Saturday afternoon. Where's Rob? Parking the car?" "No it's just us," Sarah replied. "Rob went into the office early this morning to try and get some work done." Peter invited them in, and soon they sat side-by-side on the big, overstuffed couch in his living room. Peter sat in the wooden rocking chair nearby. The threesome made small talk for a time while Sarah mustered up her courage. "Actually, Peter," Sarah started. "We kind of came over with an ulterior motive. Not that we need an excuse to visit. I didn't mean it to sound that way..." "We want some more pot," Jenny interrupted. "What?" Peter asked. "Well," Sarah said. "Jenny found the joint that you gave me for our anniversary yesterday and we smoked it and we both liked it and..." "We want some more," Jenny interrupted again. "Yes. We would like some more." Peter looked at them seriously for a second, as if he thought this whole conversation could have been a trap. "We can pay you, of course," Sarah added. "One second," Peter said as he stood up. He walked down the hall and disappeared into one of the back rooms. Sarah whacked Jenny on the arm. "How about a little tact?" she asked. "Mom," Jenny answered, "don't you think we're way beyond that?" Peter reappeared and returned to where they were sitting. He had a small wooden pipe in one hand and a shiny tin in the other. He opened the box and pulled out a pinch of marijuana. As he packed the pipe he said, "I suppose we're not telling Rob about this." "Absolutely not," Sarah answered. "Fuck no," Jenny said. By midafternoon, mother, daughter, and uncle were all stoned out of their minds. It seemed like Peter had an endless supply. He just kept loading the pipe and passing it around. Jenny lay on the couch with her head in her mother's lap. Sarah took a pull off the pipe, held the smoke in, then blew out a stream right in to Jenny's awaiting face. She passed the rig back to Peter, and he tapped the pipe on the coffee table to empty out the spent weed. "Thank you Peter," Sarah said. "I think we've had more than enough." "Hold that thought," Peter said, and he jumped up and retreated back to the backroom. "How you doing, Angel?" Sarah asked her daughter. "This is amazing," Jenny answered. Peter came back into the living room. He stood in front of his guests with an outstretched arm. He opened his fist to reveal three small white pills in his palm. "You two should try this stuff," he said. "It's some next level shit. Have you ever done x?" Jenny lifted her head up and looked her mother right in her glazed over eyes. "Can I, mommy?" she asked. She looked so delicate, so much like a sweet little girl. "What I don't see, I don't know," Sarah answered, closing her eyes. "Stick out your tongues," Peter told them. They complied, and Uncle Peter placed one of the white tablets first on Jenny's tongue then on her mother's before taking one of his own. They sat in silence, waiting for the drugs to kick in. It started innocently enough, with Sarah running her fingers through her daughter's hair. To Sarah, her bright red hair looked like the threads of a blanket she was weaving. She moved her hand back and forth through the mane, feeling every follicle slip through her fingers. Peter got up, plucked a record off the shelf, and put it on the turntable in the corner of the room. As the music filled the air, Peter began to dance by himself. Jenny sat up and looked at her mom. She reached out and started touching Sarah's face. She ran her fingers over all of the contours. Her mom's skin felt warm and soft like a new cashmere sweater. Jenny leaned forward and began rubbing her own face against her mother's—cheek to cheek, nose to nose, and finally lips to lips. Sarah offered no resistance as her daughter gave her a warm kiss. Jenny's plump lips felt so good against her own that Sarah continued the kiss even as Jenny began to pull away. Jenny opened her mouth, and her tongue darted against her mother's teeth. Sarah, now just as uninhibited as her daughter, opened up and French kissed her little girl. Jenny responded, and soon they were full-on making out. Jenny straddled her mother's legs and sat on her knees so they were face to face. They kept kissing, and Jenny began rubbing her hands over her mother's breasts. "Holy shit," chimed in Peter from the other side of the room. He went over and turned the volume on the record player up, then he went and took a seat on the end of the couch. Jenny grabbed the bottom of her mother's sweater and Sarah raised her arms almost instinctively. Jenny pulled it over her head and then went to work unfastening her mother's bra. Jenny unhooked it, and then she pulled it free from Sarah's body. Her mother's tits were still nice and firm, even though she was well into her forties. Her stomach was flat, and her arms were toned. Jenny kissed her mother again, then she unbuttoned her own shirt. She threw it off then grabbed the front clasp of her lacy white bra. She opened up, arching her back as the undergarment popped off her breasts. Her tits were milky white with pale pink nipples standing at attention in the centers. They looked just like her mother's. Sarah pulled Jenny in close. Their chests were pressed together, and they resumed kissing. Jenny, ever the aggressor, tilted her head down and took one of her mother's nipples into her mouth. As she nursed it, her mother began to moan, just like she had done the night before with Rob. Jenny felt warm hands on her shoulders. She released Sarah's nipple and looked up to see her uncle. She stretched her neck back, and Peter leaned down to give her a kiss. He grabbed the girl under her arms and lifted her off her mother's lap. He deposited her back on the couch, this time beside her mom. Peter stepped back to look at the two topless women while he tried to decide what to do next. He stepped toward Sarah, putting his groin right in her face. Without so much as a blink, Sarah reached up and unbuttoned and unzipped her brother's fly. She pushed his jeans down, and then she reached into his boxers. As soon as she had his cock free, she leaned forward and licked down its entire length before taking it into her mouth. Jenny watched in awe as her mom sucked off her uncle Peter. She saw his cock pop in and out of her mother's mouth. She saw Sarah's tongue making circles around the head. She saw her mom suck one of Peter's balls into her mouth. When she couldn't take it anymore, Jenny reached down, undid her jeans, and slid them down her legs before kicking them off her feet. She sat there naked, save for the brief white panties she had on. She started rubbing herself through the material. Sarah pulled her eyes away from the dick long enough to steal a look at her daughter. She thought that Jenny looked so beautiful and so adult as she sat there rubbing herself. Sarah let Peter's cock pop out of her mouth, then she reached up and grabbed it by the base. Without saying a word, she pointed it toward her daughter in a sort of an offering. Jenny leaned over and took it between her lips. As Jenny gave her uncle an expert blowjob, Sarah sucked on his balls. The sensation was too much for Peter, and he felt his cum building up. Jenny—no novice—recognized the signs and pulled off. Her mother took her place. Jenny grabbed the back of Sarah's head and started pushing and pulling it in a quick rhythm. When Peter cried out that he was going to cum, Jenny increased the pace. After a few more seconds, Joe blew his load in Sarah's mouth. She hungrily swallowed it down, and then she continued sucking him until he was dry. She pulled off, and Peter stumbled backwards and collapsed into his rocking chair. Sarah looked over and saw that her daughter had her hand down the front of her panties in an effort to get herself off. She pulled her skirt up until it was bunched at her waist, forced her panties aside, and joined her daughter in mutual masturbation. Peter, still recovering, watched in awe as mother and daughter finger-fucked themselves right there on his sofa. The girls' breathing quickened, and soon they were both grunting with pleasure. Uncle Peter watched as his niece and sister came at the same time. When it was over and everyone was satisfied, the girls collapsed into each other on the couch. They spent the next hour lying there, running their fingers over each other's skin, and listening to the music without a care in the world. When they got home, Rob was still nowhere to be found. Mother and daughter, now fully clothed, curled up together on Sarah's bed and drifted off to sleep. Jenny woke up to the sound of the shower running. Her mom's arms were still wrapped around her, so she knew that daddy was home. Jenny was still a little lifted from the ecstasy, and her inhibitions were still lowered. She wormed her way out of her mother's grasp, careful not to wake her. She stood up and shed her clothes: first the button-down, then the jeans, followed by the bra and finally the pretty white panties. She walked over to the bathroom door and eased it open. "Daddy?" she asked in her best little girl voice. "Hey baby," he replied from under the running water. "Go lay back down and we'll talk when I get out." "Daddy?" she asked again, this time with more urgency. Rob slid the shower door open just enough to peek his head out. When he did, he saw his daughter in all her naked glory. Her long red hair hung down to just above her little nipples. A neatly trimmed v of pubic hair pointed the way to her cunt. Rob didn't want to look at his baby girl like this, but he couldn't help himself. Jenny watched him watching her, and it turned her on. After several seconds, it was she who broke the silence. "I think we should talk now, Daddy." Silently, Rob reached out and turned off the water. He pulled in a towel from the bar outside the stall and wrapped it around his waste before stepping out. "Jenny," he said softly, "you can't run around the house like this. Cover up." "You don't think I'm pretty daddy?" she asked. Rob couldn't say what he wanted to, so instead he got angry. "Get out and go put on some clothes!" he yelled. "I've had enough of this nonsense!" Jenny didn't move. She just stood there fully exposed to the man she wanted more than anything. The bathroom door opened wider, and Sarah stepped in. "What's all the yelling about?" she asked. Rob and Jenny looked over at her and at the same time realized she too was naked. "Sarah!" Rob screamed, "What in the hell is going on here." "Well," Sarah said happily, "we seem to have all forgotten our clothes. " She walked over to her husband and wrapped her arms around him. She gave him a big kiss then whispered in his ear, "It's okay. We all want this." She grabbed the top of his towel and pulled it away from his body. Jenny watched as it fell to the floor. Rob stood shocked, not knowing what to make of the situation. His dick was stiff and rigid, though. Sarah reached down and grabbed it. She squeezed it a little, and then she rolled it around in her hand. She looked over her shoulder at Jenny. "Come up here, baby." Jenny approached tentatively. When she got to her mother's side, Sarah took her hand and placed it on her father's cock. Jenny held it there while her mother leaned forward and whispered into her father's ear. "Tell me you want this." Rob balked. "This is insane," he said under his breath. "No it's not. Tell me you want this," Sarah repeated. Rob looked into his daughter's eyes; she was staring right back at him with her lips slightly parted. She squeezed his dick. "Tell me," Sarah whispered again. Rob felt his eyes roll back in his head. He brought his hand up and felt his forehead like he was checking for a fever. Fuck, it felt good. John looked back at Sarah. "I want this," he finally said. "Tell your daughter." He gazed into Jenny's eyes; they were glossed over. Her parted lips had curled up into a smile. He glanced down at her breasts, then he let his eyes move farther to her pale pink pussy. He swallowed hard. "Jenny," he said, "I want this." Sarah smiled brightly at Jenny. The girl fell to her knees and looked straight ahead at the cock she still held in her hand. "Go ahead, baby," her mother said, "put it in your mouth." Jenny did as she was told. She was bobbing up and down on her daddy's dick. Rob looked down and moaned. Suddenly, Sarah slapped the side of his face. Hard. "Don't you fucking cum until I get my chance," she ordered. Then she dropped down beside Jenny and opened her mouth. Jenny pulled her mouth off her dad's member then directed the cock toward her mother, just as Sarah had offered her Uncle Peter's dick earlier. Her mom took it all the way down then came up and did it again. While her mother worked on her dad, Jenny got to her feet and started walking back to the bedroom. As she disappeared out the door, Rob stared at her young, round ass. It was too much, and it put him over the top. He came hard into his wife's mouth. She drank it down then stood up. "What happened?" he asked her. "Lot's," she replied. Sarah grabbed his hand and led him out to their bedroom. Jenny was sitting on the bed, her nude body glistening under the overhead light. Jenny, Lifted "Go ahead," Sarah told him. "She knows what to do." For the first time since this started, Rob smiled. He walked toward her, and when he got there he picked Jenny up and threw her onto the middle of the bed. He parted her legs and crawled up in between them. His dick was stiff again. Without a word, Jenny grabbed it and guided it in to her pussy. Her dad let out a slow groan as he slowly pushed in deeper. Soon he was in as far as he could go. He withdrew in one long stroke, almost popping out of his daughter completely. Then he eased back in, slow and smooth, all the way to the hilt. "It's okay," Sarah said as she took a seat on the side of the bed. "You don't have to be so gentle." She smiled at her husband, and he smiled back. He immediately started rocking his hips back and forth, plunging into and out of his daughter's cunt. He saw her bite her lip, and he started fucking her harder. When she let out a whimper, he went harder still. After a minute or so of this, they were both on the verge of orgasm. "Harder, daddy," Jenny implored through gritted teeth. Rob obeyed and on the third stroke he felt Jenny release all over him. He pulled out and came himself, nutting all over his daughter's stomach and tits. He fell down onto the bed beside Jenny. Sarah leaned over and started cleaning his cock with her tongue. Jenny watched, and she rubbed her daddy's seed into her skin. "Mom, come here," she said, and her mother obeyed. Jenny stuck two fingers into Sarah's cunt and started moving them in and out, in and out. Rob looked on, completely spent. As Jenny penetrated her, Sarah reached down and started rubbing her own clit. Before long, she was gasping in the glory of her own orgasm. The three of them—mother, father, and daughter—laid together atop the bed, arms and legs intermingled, comfortable in their nudity. They cuddled and kissed, but they didn't say a word. That is, until Jenny spoke up. "Daddy, I've got to tell you something. Don't get mad." "What is it baby?" Jenny grinned her devilish grin and looked over at her mother, who had no idea what was coming. "I really need a cigarette," she said flatly.