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Tammy's Mom

By: Frederick Carol



That Tammy Burt and I were friends, good friends, was a fact, but I was never quite sure how it started. Okay, a shared love of programming helped, as did the fact that Tammy and her divorced mom lived just a block away, but at the time our friendship began, Tammy was only twelve and I was sixteen. Four years in middle teens was a lifetime!

We met, I guess, in one of the high school computer labs during a free period. Our town wasn't big enough to have separate facilities for junior high and high school, and seventh graders like Tammy were allowed to use the high school labs. I was the only other one there, trying to debug a C++ routine I'd been working on, and she asked me a question about nested subroutines. By the time I'd answered the question, and we had worked out what she needed to do, she had rewritten her code, and it worked first time! She debugged my routine for me as well.

I quite often saw her in the lab after that, but if anyone else was there she'd only say 'hi' and get on with whatever she was doing. For a twelve-year-old, Tammy had a wise head on her shoulders, because she knew if it became common knowledge that we had become friends, high school would have had a good chance to become hell. No, she asked me if I would help her at home, where she had a couple of PCs and a laptop networked together. I was happy to agree, as there were things I needed a network for, to test my code, and Tammy was happy to let me use hers. I reckon that over the next few years it was as much Tammy helping me as me helping Tammy. Call it a partnership.

Tammy's mom? I think she might have been a little doubtful at first, given the discrepancy in ages between me and her daughter, but it wasn't long before Jane Burt accepted me, and I became a frequent visitor to their home. Jane's ex-husband was a wealthy man, and the ranch-style house where she and Tammy lived had a big swimming-pool out back, a pool where I'd swum many a mile now. Usually just with Tammy, but sometimes Jane would join us. On those days, I'd always have to jack off when I got home, because Jane Burt was a very good-looking lady, especially in a bikini. Not that her bikinis were particularly revealing, because they weren't. Well, no more than you'd expect from a bikini worn by a nice suburban mom in her thirties. They were certainly less revealing than Tammy's. Not that Tammy had a lot to reveal in the early days of our friendship. Beanpole just about sums up her figure. It's just that Jane seemed to ooze animal magnetism, at last to my teen-and-twenty hormone-fuelled libido she did. I tried to hide my lust for her, because she was so nice, and I didn't want to repel her, or spoil my friendship with Tammy. Tammy was a late developer, and the tomboy I first met was turning into a startlingly good-looking young woman. Taking after her mom, I think, and I found myself peopling my jack-off fantasies with imagined nude images of both of them. 

It's not that I was a stranger to sex, because I wasn't. In my second year at college I'd hooked up with Lara Svenson, cool, blond, and initially intimidating, until one night we'd gotten slightly drunk together in her room-mate's absence - a family funeral, if I remember right - and Lara confided to me that what she wanted was a fuck-buddy pseudo-boyfriend. Someone to share sex with, but without a long-term commitment, just for fun, because she enjoyed it. And to keep away the unwanted would-be boyfriends as well. Well, hell, I could do that!

'I'm your man,' I'd said, and the next thing I knew she was leading me to her bedroom for our first fuck. Good, very good, and it got better as we practiced on each other. We'd graduated together, had one final night of great sex, and parted friends. I missed her!

Now I was twenty-two, I had a good degree in computer science, with a minor in electronics, and Tammy was all set to go to the same college that I had just graduated from. I was confident that her degree would probably be better than mine. Jane phoned me, the day before Tammy was due to leave.

"Bill? It's Jane Burt. Can I beg a favor?"

"Of course."

A laugh down the phone. "Without even knowing what it is?"

"Hey, I trust you. What can I do for you?"

"Doing anything tomorrow?"

"Nothing that can't be put off."

"Will you drive me and Tammy to the airport? I sprained my wrist, couple of days ago, and it's uncomfortable to drive."

"Of course. What time?"

"Flight's at eleven. Say, nine-thirty?"

"I'll be there."

We saw Tammy off, slightly late, and at eleven-thirty Jane and I were back in Jane's SUV. When I reached to turn the ignition on, she stopped me. I glanced across at her, curious. She gave me a faint smile.

"Any plans for today?"

"Like I said on the phone last night, nothing that can't be put off." I studied her for a moment, curious. Jane was usually very decisive and she seemed to be unsure of herself. "Something on your mind?"

She shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe I'm missing Tammy already."

I laughed. "After fifteen minutes? I thought it would take at least until tonight."

"Yes, I know, I'm being silly, aren't I? Mom's privilege, worrying when her chick flees the nest. I worry about my little girl, except she's not so little, now, is she?" She gnawed her bottom lip for a moment, then took a deep breath. What she said next almost stopped my breath. "Bill, have you ever wanted her? I mean, sexually?"

I stared at her, seeing her bright eyes, her flush, a flush that deepened as I tried to frame a reply. I sensed, somehow, that unless I answered honestly, our friendship might be over. I nodded. "Yes, I have."

"When? How?" No anger in Jane's voice, which relieved me, just honest curiosity.

"Only since I finished my college course and graduated. Coming home and seeing my little tomboy friend Tammy suddenly a beautiful young woman. Well, I'm male. I have hormones." I shrugged and gave her a rueful smile. "I've never touched her. Not that way."

"I know," said Jane. "I will say, I would trust you with her, Bill. I don't mean to keep your hands off, I'm not that stupid. If she wanted you, what chance do I have of stopping her, short of locking her up? I mean I'd trust you to make her feel good. Not do anything to hurt her." 

I was feeling slightly stunned at this, but rallied. "Thank you for that."

She shrugged. "I've tried to tell her everything she needs to know about the man-woman thing, but she needs to find out for herself before it's real."

"Yeah, I guess she does."

She nodded, giving me a faint smile. "Enough about Tammy, at least for the moment. Any ideas what we might do today? I say 'we' because I have elected you to the post of Jane Burt official cheerer-up for today, while I get used to the big hole in my life of Tammy being away."

"She'll phone, surely?"

"Of course she will, Bill. I'm just feeling lonely and selfish."

"Never that, Jane. Come on, think! What would you like to do?"

She shrugged. "Just play, I think, something silly."

"Something silly, eh? How about we drive down to the cove, have a walk along the cliff path, get a burger and fries and a soda, maybe some ice-cream, and just be kids for the day?"

"Yes!" She pointed. "Tally-ho!"

Midweek, kids mostly at school, it was relatively quiet, and we headed off along the clifftop path. At one point I took Jane's hand to help her over a steep step and when she was safe I moved to release her, but she kept my hand in hers. It was a nice feeling, and I was happy to hold the hand of a lovely woman, even if she was fifteen years older than me.

When we got back to the concession, it was almost one o'clock. I turned to Jane. "Burger and fries, Mrs. Burt?"

She made a face. "The idea appeals, Mr. Evans, but the smell of burnt grease rather puts me off, so take me home. There are burgers in the freezer, and sodas in the refrigerator. Not sure about the fries, but there are potato chips."

"Sounds good. As you said before, tally-ho!"

The roads were quiet and it didn't take long to get back to the house. Jane led me straight to the kitchen.

"Keep me company while I get us some lunch, Bill. The local paper is there if you want to read something."

"Can I help?"

Jane laughed. "How much effort does it take to broil a couple of burgers and open a bag of potato chips? No, you just relax."

"Okay." I opened the paper and flicked through, reading snippets at random. A headline on one of the centre pages caught my eye, and I read through the article, wondering.

"What is it, Bill?" said Jane. "Something got your attention, there."

I flushed, hesitating, and Jane came up to read over my shoulder. "Oh, my," she said, her voice soft. She moved around to sit opposite me, a spot of colour in her cheeks. She looked down for a moment, then held my eye. "Shall we?"

I looked down at the article for a moment, my mind racing. Did she mean it? I gestured at the article. "You're referring to this?"

She nodded. "Yes. National Nude Day. Today, isn't it? We can have a swim after lunch. The pool is private, no-one can see in. As you don't have your suit with you, and it's National Nude Day, we'll skinny-dip."

I stared at her for a long, long, moment. "You're sure?"

She nodded. "Yes. Tammy and I often swim and sunbathe nude when you're not here." She grinned. "I think you'd enjoy the view, especially now that Tammy has actually got a figure to worry about. A very nice one, too." Her grin faded, and she held my eye. "We discussed whether we should ask you to join us. I think Tammy was ready, but I wasn't."

"And now you are?"

"If I make a fool of myself, there 's only the two of us here, and I know you're a gentleman. So yes, I think I'm ready."

"I'm honored."

Her grin came back. "Yes, you are!" She gestured. "Lunch is ready."

We chatted after we ate, comfortable with each other, although there was a rising edge of anticipation in me, realising that very soon I was going to see my adolescent jackoff fantasy actually naked. We talked about my degree, what I was going to do - I had two job interviews coming up in the following week - and my plans for the future.

"I don't have any long-term concrete plans," I said, "not yet. I'm only twenty-two, and I need to adjust to the realities of working for my living before I think about anything else."

Jane nodded. "Makes a lot of sense." She gestured towards the pool outside. "Now, I think it's time for our swim. I'll get undressed in my bedroom, you use the downstairs bathroom, as usual. Okay?"

"Fine. See you in a minute or two."

I wondered as I undressed, wondered about what the reality of a naked Jane Burt would be like. Having seen her in her bikini I knew there was no fat on her, that she was fit, not overly-muscled, but with that sleek swimmer's build. She'd been her high school swim team captain, and she liked to use her pool. No it was the litle things I was wondering about. Little things like nipples, and pussy hair, the mysteries that a bikini hides. I grinned to myself, glancing down at my partially erect prick. Better take that into the water and cool it down!

There was no sign of Jane as I stepped out to the pool, and I didn't hesitate, just dived in and began to swim a few hard laps for practice, much as I usually did when I came for a swim. It was after I made a turn that I became aware of her approaching the pool. I changed to breaststroke, suppressing a grin at the thoughts that conjured up, so that I could watch her. She turned and slipped her mid-thigh-length robe off, laying it over a lounger beside the pool. As she was standing, I had a three-quarter rear view and I took a moment to admire the curve of her ass. Beautiful! Then she turned.

I knew that her bust was a relatively modest size, but the reality of her bare breasts surprised me, for without the bikini top her breasts seemed larger. I'd expected them to droop a little, with her being a mother, and in her late thirties, and they probably did, a little, but I'd seen late-teen glamour models with more droop than Jane! Her nipples were erect, surprisingly long, in half-dollar-sized areolae. Pubic hair? None! Jane was shaved.

She was at the poolside now, and paused, until she caught my eye. She struck a pose, and gave me an enigmatic smile.

"Well, Bill? Does the reality match your expectations?"

My initial response was feeble, to say the least. "Um, er..."

Jane laughed. "Come on, Bill. I've seen you sneak looks at me when I've been in my bikini. I never minded, you know, because you were always polite and honest, and you didn't stare, but here I am, naked." Her voice softened. "I expect you to look, you know? A woman doesn't take all of her clothes off and expect to be ignored, not when an attractive young man is the only other person here."

I rallied my thoughts. "Jane, I have to say, no, the reality doesn't match my expectations." I paused and her smile faded. I shook my head. "No, the reality far exceeds my expectations; you are one of the loveliest sights I've ever seen."

The smile came back, broad, happy, and she dived neatly into the pool, surfacing beside me, throwing her long hair back. She leaned across and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Thank you, Bill, that was a lovely thing to say."

"No more or less than the truth. You are lovely."

"Thank you." She smiled again, then let herself fall forwards and began to swim away. I watched her for a moment, then resumed my own swim, trying not to let the lovely sight of her excite me to the point of embarrassment, fighting the urge to let my erection grow. Think icy thoughts, Bill, I told myself. Icy thoughts.

We swam for a while, just enjoying the cool water on a warm day, until Jane signalled me to a halt as we passed each other.

"I'm thirsty. Want some lemonade? I made it fresh yesterday, and it's been chilling ever since."

"Sounds great. I'd love some."

"Keep swimming, and I'll bring it straight out." I watched as she got out, watched as she walked into the house, loving the roll of her ass as she moved indoors. The icy thoughts weren't working too well at that moment. She was back very soon carrying a tray with a big jug of lemonade and two glasses. She called over to me. "Lemonade, Bill. Come and get it."

Praying that my erection was mostly down, I hauled myself out of the water and took a seat at the poolside table. Plastic mesh seats, so any water drained straight off. Jane poured, and it was only a moment or two more before we were sipping on the lemonade.

"Delicious," I said. Like you without clothes, Jane Burt.

"Thank you." She took a sip of her own. "I do like home-made lemonade, I have to say. So much nicer than ready-made off a supermarket shelf."

"Absolutely." I leaned back, slightly bemused. Sitting opposite me was a naked woman, a very lovely, older, naked woman, a situation I had never been in before. Jane seemed quite relaxed, too, although there was a look I didn't recognise on her face, and I noticed that her nipples were erect.

"Bill?" she said, "I'm going to catch myself some sun. Would you put the sunblock on my back for me? Tammy usually does it."

"Sure," I said, "I'll be glad to." And get to touch you, Jane Burt? You betcha!

"Okay, I'll fetch it. Back in a moment." 

She moved away, into the house, and I watched her go, watched the pure poetry of the movement of a lovely woman's ass. Icy thoughts, Bill! She was back in moments, brandishing a bottle. Yeah, and watching a lovely naked woman coming towards you has poetry, too. Nice bounce!

"Want it on now?" I said.

"Please. I'll just get set up." She went back into the house for a moment and came back out carrying a rolled exercise mat, which she spread out beside the pool. "Okay, Bill, now, please."

I heaved myself out of the pool and mopped up the drips with a towel. My prick was half erect and I kept my back to her. I was aware of her moving, and then she spoke.

"Okay, Bill. My back first, please."

When I turned, she was lying on her stomach, her head pillowed on her folded arms. The bottle was beside her, and I poured a little onto her upper back, spreading it over her shoulders and upper back, enjoying the touch of her body. I moved down, towards her waist, then poured a little more sunblock. I hesitated.

"Yes, Bill, do my butt." I could hear a smile in her voice, and an answering one was on my own face as I rubbed the sunblock into the smooth muscled contours of her ass. She moved her legs apart, and I got a glimpse of her pussy, reddened, a hint of moisture.

"Do my legs, Bill," she murmured and I kept on moving down, until I was rubbing block into her soles.

"Okay, Jane, that's your back done."

She rolled over, onto her back, arms above her head. "While you're going, Bill, you might as well do my front, too," she said. I blinked, hesitating, and she nodded. "Yes, Bill, my tits, too. Please?"

I started at her feet, working my way up her calves, her thighs, her hips. Bent over her, I could smell the familiar smell of a sexually-ready woman and my prick stiffened. I kept on moving up, fighting the tremble in my hands, and I sucked in a breath as I felt the soft contours of her breasts, an intake echoed by Jane as she felt my hands on her. I gave up fighting my erection, just let it grow, because it was the little head that was in charge now, and I was running on pure animal instinct. The hardness of Jane's nipples under my hands was a good indication that she wasn't immune to the moment, either.

Jane's eyes held mine for a moment, smoky fire in their depths. Her eyes moved down. I knew what she was looking at, and sat back to let her look. A smile flickered across her face.

"Did I cause that?"

I nodded. "Yes, you did, and you know that fine well, don't you?"

"In that case I should do something about it, shouldn't I?" she said, affecting innocence.

I got even harder. "I think you should, yes."

"Now that I've finally decided to do this, I want to make the most of it."

"Whoa! 'Finally,' you said. You mean you've been thinking about it?"

Her smile was crooked. "Afraid so. Since a week past Sunday, in fact. You can blame Tammy. We were having a serious mother-daughter conversation about college, mostly about sex, and what she should expect. She asked me what I did about it, and I told her I did without. She said I was silly, and I should get myself a nice man. I said, like who, and she said, like Bill. That's when I quizzed her about you. What she said then surprised me, shocked me a little, but it made a sort of sense when I thought about it."

"Tell!"

"She said that first I should get you swimming nude, then get you into bed, and get you broken-in for her, when she comes back at the mid-semester break, so that her first time would be with someone who has some experience."

I felt like a mountain had fallen on top of me. "Tammy wants me?"

Jane nodded, solemn. "She does. She's still virgin, and she wants to lose it to someone she loves."

I gestured helplessly. "I don't know what to say. She never even gave me a hint."

Jane grinned. "Just say yes. It will make life much easier for you."

I held my hands up in surrender. "Well, yes. Of course it's yes."

"Good. I'll tell her when she rings."

I laughed. "I get the feeling I'm being railroaded here."

Jane pouted, looking very cute. "Only in the direction you want to go."

"True."

"Glad you agree. Now, Bill, we may not actually be in bed, but this exercise mat will do very nicely." She giggled. "Sex is supposed to be very good exercise, so we're improving our fitness, too. As I'm soaking wet, and you're hard, what say we introduce my pussy to your lovely weapon, and have ourselves a ball."

I grinned at her. "Sounds like a plan."

"This first time, I just want to be fucked as if there's no tomorrow. Later, we can take our time."


Tammy's Mom Ch. 02



Chapter 2 - Seconds

It's just as well the pool was cool as I was generating enough heat to warm it all by myself. The reason? The reason was sunning herself on an exercise mat at the edge of the pool. Tall, slim, elegant, fifteen years older than me, and not a stitch of clothing to hide the view! She was facing away from me as she lay at the poolside, and each time I approached her I admired the beautiful curve of waist into hip into thigh, and the proud jut of her shapely ass. 

Jane Burt, mother of my friend, Tammy, and subject of my erotic, teenage fantasies from the age of sixteen, when Tammy first took me home to meet her mom. Fantasies that hadn't been nearly as good as the reality of sliding my aching erection into her soaking pussy not an hour earlier.

Jane turned, coming up onto her elbow as I swam towards her, her smile broadening as I came to a halt, holding onto the rail at the edge of the pool. She blew me a kiss.

"Well?" she said.

"Well, what?" But I knew what she was thinking. The slightly quickened breathing and the erect nipples were the giveaway.

"Well, are you ready for round two?"

I grinned. "You need to ask?"

"I guess not. I remember what young men were like when I was your age, and they don't change." Her smile faded, and she held my eyes. "Although, truth to tell, you're better than I remember." She moved, standing, and held her hand out to me. "Come on, we'll have a shower. I think I'd like round two to be in my bed."

The shower was fun, as Jane was feeling playful, and my dick got a damned good washing. No more than Jane's tits and pussy, of course, and we were both breathing hard when we turned off the shower and dried ourselves.

Hand in hand, she led me to her bedroom. Not a long way, as the bedroom and bathroom, together with a little sitting-room, formed a suite. The bed was big, wide.

"Nice," I murmured.

"Bought new after I threw my husband out," she said. "No way was I sleeping in the bed I caught him screwing his girlfriend in." She grinned. "You're the first man to be here."

"I'm honored."

"I don't know about that," said Jane, coiling her arms around my neck, and kissing my nose. "Do you like oral sex?" she said suddenly, and I sensed that she was strangely hesitant.

Oh, yes! "Giving, or getting?"

"Either?"

"Both!"

"Oh, good! I haven't had a nice, hard prick in my mouth for ages, or a mouth at my pussy for even longer." Her eyes were sparkling, and there was a happy smile on her face. "I think I should eat you first, then you can be recovering while you eat me."

"Sounds like a good plan, Jane. Let's do it!"

"We will, but first I just want to kiss and cuddle, feel your hands on me, put my hands on you, all of the little things first time lovers do." She giggled. "Although usually it's before they fuck, not after!"

"I think I can manage that," I said, and before she realized what I was doing I'd scooped her up in my arms and laid her on the bed. I settled myself beside her, propped up on one elbow. She smiled up at me, and her arm curled around my neck, bringing my mouth down to meet hers.

The kiss was long, hot, a promise, and I slid my free hand over her belly and up to cup her breast. She trickled a little moan into our kiss, and broke away.

"Suck them," she whispered.

Well, I may be inexperienced in making love to an older woman, but I've always responded well to simple directions. Jane wanted her nipples sucked and I was just the man to do it. I kissed my way down her throat and down into the valley between her breasts, then nuzzled my way to a peak, nursing on the nipple. Jane shuddered, and her hand held me to her breast for a moment. I let the nipple slip from my mouth and kissed my way to the far peak, suckling there, rewarded with another shudder of delight from Jane.

"Oh, yes," she murmured. "Yes!" Her hand stroked my head, her fingers playing with the hair curling around my ear. She moved, and I sat up to let her raise her torso. She leaned across to kiss me, then sat back a little. "I think it's time for me to use my mouth for something else." Her eyes flickered to my erection, and I laughed.

"Yes, please."

"On your back, Bill, and let me at him!"

The work of moments, and I was on my back, head and shoulders propped up with pillows, my legs parted, and Jane Burt kneeling between them. She reached out, taking my heat in her cool fingers, her other hand cupping my balls. Her lips quirked in a wry smile, and she winked at me.

"I have you in my power, Bill. Your future is in my hands." She giggled, and I laughed.

"I feel safe there."

She smiled. "I'm glad. I don't think Brad ever felt comfortable with me holding him by the balls." She gave a snort of laughter. "Fuck him! He's well out of my life, now. For the moment, until my daughter steals you from me, you're the man in my life." She grinned at me. "Enough chat, my mouth is needed for other things, especially that pretty erection you've grown for me again." She moved forward, bent, and her hair fell forwards, shielding her actions from my view, but I felt it. Oh, boy, did I feel it! The heat and wetness of her mouth slid down over me, her tongue weaving lazy patterns on my rod. Down she went, until for a moment I thought she was going to deep-throat me, but she came back up again, until only the head of my dick was in her mouth, her tongue licking over the sensitive nerves on my glans. She began to bob her head, only an inch or two, but it was enough for me to feel myself begin that slow, wonderful journey that leads from stimulation to ecstasy.

A thought struck me and I chuckled. Jane kept up her bobbing, but her brows rose in query. I shook my head.

"I don't know how many porn films you've seen, Jane, but the cock sucking always seems to be busy, and not like we're doing, with you bringing me on slow and easy."

She lifted her head off me, but her fingers kept up the stimulation. "Haven't watched porn for ages, now you mention it, but I know what you mean." She grinned. "Why? Do you want to film us? There's a digital camcorder downstairs, and a tripod."

I wasn't quite sure what she had in mind, but my prick jumped in reflex, and Jane laughed.

"Somebody likes the idea." She cocked her head. "Call me kinky, but the idea appeals to me, too. Record this, record you eating me, and record ourselves fucking. We can watch it for stimulation later!"

"The only stimulation I need is you wanting me, Jane."

"Good answer, Bill." She winked. "Maybe another time, I don't want to lose momentum now, do I?" Her head went down and her lips closed over me again. Despite what I'd said about slow versus busy, the real versus the acted, her gentle stimulation and the warmth of her mouth was bringing me closer to the brink, quicker than I'd expected.

"Not long now, sweetheart," I murmured, and she winked as she caught my eye, her head, her mouth, keeping up the stimulation, the never ceasing stimulation of the increasingly bone-tingling sensations she was building in me.

It had to come to an end, and it was going to be sooner rather than later, I figured, given the sensations Jane was causing in me. Her head was moving a little faster now, and I think she knew what she was doing to me. I was close now, and she needed to know.

"Jane, sweetheart, I'm getting awful close." Her eyes met mine and she winked again, never ceasing her movements. I smiled and let her bring me up to the agony and ecstasy of climax.

I came hard, but Jane knew that, as she was frantically swallowing every drop I gave her, sucking and licking at me as I slowed, her tongue weaving soft patterns on me as I softened, and only the occasional twitch disturbed the afterglow. Her tongue made a last sweep around the head of my dick, and she let it slip from her mouth with a soft 'pop'.

"Enjoy that?" she said. "I did."

I pulled her to me and kissed her, a long, slow, kiss, a kiss filled with -- with what? There was only one word that suited the moment. I kissed her with love. Yes, and tasted myself, too. I pulled back.

"Yes," I said, and kissed her again. "I enjoyed that."

She nodded. "I haven't lost my touch then?" There was an impish gleam in her eye.

"No way," I said, laughing.

"Good. My turn next?"

"Your turn? Of course it's your turn. But I need a rest first. You've drained me."

"Okay. You have a little rest, and I'll get the camera and tripod," she said, moving off the bed and standing.

"You meant it, then, about filming us?"

She grimaced, shrugging. "You don't mind, do you? I guess I'm a tad kinky." I think she was a little anxious, too, never mind kinky.

I hastened to reassure her. "Mind? Of course not, but what about you? If anyone other than us sees it, they'll see that I managed to make love to a lovely, wonderful woman, whereas she had to make do with an inexperienced college graduate, still wet behind the ears." And I want to see the video, too.

Jane laughed. "You know something, Bill? You're an absolute bullshit artist!"

I shrugged. "So, sue me."

"I'd rather fuck you! Bill, okay, my recent experience has been limited, I'll admit. You're the first since my divorce, but back in my late teens, before I married Brad, I had lovers. It may be selective memory, although I don't think it is, but you're the one who made me feel the best, so there. And I include my ex in that number. Now, get that tongue limbered up and practice your puckering while Jane 'Spielberg' Burt gets her camera."

Hell of an exit line, you have to agree, no?

She was back in moments with the camera and tripod. She looked around, then at me. "Where should I set up? Any thoughts?"

"Are you going to record us fucking, as well as me eating you?"

"I think so, yes."

"In that case, I think if the camera is nearer the head of the bed, angled slightly towards the foot, and on a wide-angle setting to take in all of the action."

She grinned. "All of the action, eh? Sounds good." She busied herself with the camera, adjusting focus and angle. "Bill? Will you move to approximately where you'll be when you're eating me?"

"Of course." I shuffled down on the bed and got to my knees, then went to my elbows. "Here?"

"Looks good. Okay, camera running, auto focus on. No lights, but camera, action! Here I come, Bill." She leaped up onto the bed, and the next thing I knew she was flat on her back, sliding down to put a leg on each side of me. "I'm ready," she murmured.

"Jane? Before we start? Who will ever see this, apart, obviously, from me and you?"

She gazed at me for a moment, then shrugged. "Tammy?" She was hesitant.

"You'd show her a video of her mom getting fucked?"

Jane made a face. "Honest, Bill, I don't know. She said she wants me around when she makes love to you. Quite how close 'around' is, we never actually discussed." She paused, thoughtful, and when she spoke she sounded unsure, not at all like the Jane Burt I knew. "Could you share a bed with me and Tammy at the same time?"

Now there was a question and a half! "I'd love the opportunity to try," I said, trying desperately not to appear as eager as I was.

"I bet you would! It could happen, Bill. I've shared a bed with two men, back in my college days, but never with a man and a woman. Something to look forward to, perhaps."

"Two men, eh? I've only ever shared a bed with one woman at a time." I chuckled. "One's as much as I think I can handle. Wait and see?"

"I think so, yes." She laughed. "I know I'm kinky, Bill, but so does Tammy, you know?"

"And you're luring poor, innocent Bill Evans into your double web of kinky debauchery, eh?"

She snorted. "You want in, mister innocent?"

"Yes, please!"

"Okay, you're in! Now, eat me!"

"Yes, ma'am, at once, ma'am."

I bent, leaning forward, to kiss her. The kiss was soft, gentle, a promise. I broke it, and let my lips trail down, over her chin, her upper chest, making brief diversions to each nipple, erect, hard. I let her feel my teeth, and she shuddered. I softened the contact to a kiss, and moved down, trailing feather-light kisses over her belly, down, moving ever closer to her mons. Surprising her, moving across and down her thigh, kissing her knee, then letting my mouth move up the inside of her thigh, ever closer. Surprising her again by moving to her other thigh, her knee, moving back up the inside of her thigh, and this time kissing her mons.

I could smell her, the rich aroma of the female human animal in heat, and I breathed deeply, feeling my prick lengthening, hardening. I moved back slightly, lowering my head, extending my tongue, then sweeping it up her cleft from the pucker of her anus to her clitoris. I pointed my tongue and drove it into her core, then I gave myself up to the moment, letting my mouth move over her, my tongue exploring every crevice, every fold, my lips kissing her everywhere, sucking, licking, my lips nipping at her.

She was holding my head now, her fingers in my hair, and her breathing was quickening. She tasted good, savory-sweet, hot, pungent, and my erection was near full-grown now, so that I had to lift my ass and bring my knees forward to give it room. I heard a soft chuckle from Jane, followed by a gasp as I swept my tongue across her clit. She was wet, her juices flowing freely, and I lapped at her, enjoying her taste in my mouth; enjoying, too, the little gasps and yelps she was uttering as my mouth moved over her.

I savored her, enjoying, as I always did, the flavor of a woman, and I let my mouth tell Jane that I was enjoying it. I guess the noises she was making were my clue that she, too, was enjoying it. Her breathing had quickened until she was almost panting. I'd guessed she was close, but her climax still took me by surprise as her thighs clamped on my ears and her fingers tightened in my hair, and a strangled scream came from her mouth, her pussy pulsing, trying to milk a non-existent prick of its seed.

I let her settle a moment, then nipped at her clitoris with my lips, causing another minor eruption. She pushed me away as I moved in for a third, but there was a smile on her face, along with a slick of sweat in the late summer heat.

"Enough, sweetheart," she said. "For the moment, at least." I sat back, and her eyes flicked to my erection. A slow look of absolute lust spread over her face, and her eyes came to mine.

"I want that in me, Bill, please, and I want it now!" she said, softening the order with a smile, blowing me a kiss. I moved over her and she guided me in. A wriggle or two, and I was balls-deep in her snug pussy. I made a couple of long, deep strokes, then hooked her legs with mine and rolled us over until she was on top. Startled, she looked down at me.

"Ride me?"

She grinned, like a school-kid, and pushed herself erect, then eased up until I almost slipped out and came down on me again, just as the phone rang. We stared at each other.

"Tammy?" I said.

Jane grinned again. "Very probably. If it is, I have to answer it, Bill."

"Of course you do. Here," I said, passing her the cordless handset from its charger beside the bed.

She blew me a kiss, still sitting on me, with the full length of my prick inside her. "Hello? ... Tammy? ... Hi, baby! Everything okay?" A pause. "Bummer, but that means we see you at the weekend ... yes, Bill looked after me ... we went to the cove, had a walk along the cliff-top path ... yes, it was lovely. We were going to have a burger, but the concession had rather too strong a smell of burnt grease, so we came back here for one, then had ourselves a swim." Another pause, and Jane winked at me. "Yes, hon, we did, and yes, it's as nice as we hoped ... yes, very pretty ... sorry? Oh, he's here now ... what's he doing? He's listening to my end of the conversation, lying on my bed with no clothes on." I could hear the shriek of delight clearly. "Me? I'm sitting on him ... yes, it's in me right this moment, and it feels lovely."

I seized the moment, and flexed my hardness in Jane's depths. She gasped.

"No, hon, I'm fine. This stud of ours just flexed his prick in my pussy ... yes, hon, it feels fucking great." Jane laughed. "Okay, hon, I'll put him on." She held out the phone to me, and I took it.

"Hi, Tammy."

"Hi, Bill. Um, I guess Mom told you my cunning plan?"

"For her to warm me up and get me ready for you coming home? Yep, she did."

Her voice was hesitant. "Was I imagining things, these last months? Do you want me?"

"No, sweetheart, it wasn't your imagination, it was me being slow. I do want you, sweetheart, I do. Very, very much," I said. "I can hardly wait for you to get home again."

A giggle. "Mom will look after you for me, and you'll be seeing me sooner than expected. There was a fire in one of the labs, and they're sending us home for two weeks, after this induction week, until they have a chance to get things fixed. So I'll see you, and I mean all of you," she added with another giggle, "on Saturday."

"I'll look forward to it, Tammy, and to seeing all of you, too."

"Bill, is your email address still the same?"

"It is, yes. Planning on writing?"

"Yes, of course, and I'm sending you a picture a day, until I get home. First one tonight. Expect it in about an hour." Another laugh. "That should just about give you and Mom time to finish what I interrupted, shouldn't it?"

"Yeah, I guess, if she lets me live."

"I'll make sure she does. Put her back on, please, and I'll see you on Saturday. Coming to the airport with Mom?"

"Try and stop me! Okay, Tammy, here's your mom."

I passed the phone back to Jane. Jane, who had been bouncing lightly on my erection as I talked to Tammy. Jane, who kept right on bouncing with the phone at her ear.

"Hi, honey ... yes, of course I'll let him live. Exhausted beyond reprieve is no good to either of us, is it? ... I'm pleased you agree ... sorry? ... oh, yes, I'm sure he will ... no, he's staying over, tonight and tomorrow ... yes, hon, we will try to get some sleep. Maybe not a lot, but some ... okay, ring us when you know your arrival time and we'll pick you up at the airport ... love you, too, hon. See you Saturday ... bye, baby." She held the phone out to me. "Tammy wants to say goodbye."

"Hi, Tammy."

"Hi, Bill. If you're staying over, use the PC in my room to access your email, okay?"

"Do I need a password?"

"Yes, but you have your own user on it. User name is Bill, and the password is cunningPlan. All one word, lower case, with a capital 'P' on plan. Okay?"

"User name Bill, password cunningPlan. Got it."

"Okay, got to go. Bye for now, hon."

"Bye, sweetheart."

"Look after Mom."

"My word on it."

"I'm gone!" she said, and the line went dead. I fumbled the handset back into the holder and looked up at Jane. She smiled.

"Looks like this fuck buddy thing is gonna be interrupted a little sooner than we thought, Bill."

"Interrupted, or terminated?"

"Ah. Interrupted?"

"Gets my vote. Jane, you're a wonderful lover, and I suspect your daughter is going to take after you, but she's only home for two weeks, and I suspect she might want her mom to keep me away from the other girls when she's back at college."

Jane laughed, a happy chortle. "Someone else with a cunning plan,but you might just have the truth of it there. We'll just have to wait until Saturday to know. In the meantime," she said, squeezing down on my slightly-softened erection. "In the meantime, we have some unfinished business." And she began to rise and fall on me again, a gentle, happy smile on her face, and I marveled anew at the rapport there seemed to be between mother and daughter, a rapport which seemed to be extending to me.

"Bill?"

"Yes, hon?"

"There's a pair of tits up here could do with some nice handling. What you'd say?"

"I say yes, of course." I smiled up at her as she leaned forward slightly, and my hands moved up to cup her twin lovelies, the nipples erect under my touch, her breasts soft, resilient, warm, a delight to the male touch.




Tammy's Mom Ch. 02



"Nice," she murmured.

"Beautiful," I said, "like the lady that carries them."

She'd been riding me gently all through Tammy's call, easy, bringing me steadily up the rise to climax, and I was beginning to breathe a little more heavily, feeling the beginnings of that incredible sensation that is orgasm. She bent suddenly and kissed me.

"You feel good."

"I feel good? Lady, you, your snug, hot pussy, you feel fucking marvelous."

She laughed, squeezing down on me as she moved. "Fucking marvelous, eh, Bill? So do you, hon, so do you."

I moved one of my hands down, twisting it, sliding it between us, trying to gently stimulate Jane's clit. She shook her head, smiling.

"No need for that, hon, but don't let me stop you. I think talking to Tammy with your prick in my pussy has turned me on, so it isn't going to take much more of you inside me to make me come again. Now hush, hon, and let's fuck!"

She began to move faster, and I let my hips move up to meet her downward thrust. Her breathing was as quick as mine now, and there was a light sheen of perspiration covering each of us, and almost a pool at our joining. I knew it wouldn't be long, as the almost-ache of climax was nearly on me, but even so it came as a surprise as Jane uttered a taut scream between her clenched teeth, and suddenly she was writhing on me, her pussy clutching at my prick, milking me. The moment took me, too, tipped me over the edge and I was driving up into her, my hips bucking, so that I had to hold her in place.

Recovery was a long time coming. Slowly, our breathing eased; slowly, the contractions of her pussy slowed; slowly my prick ceased its pulsing, and slowly, Jane collapsed forwards across me, her head turned to the side, my slowly-shrinking prick still inside her. I put my arms around her and hugged her, and she turned her head a little to kiss my chest.

"I can hear your heart beating," she murmured. A chuckle. "Fast."

"You're surprised? Because I'm not. It might take hours to get back to normal. You are a very sexy lady, Mrs. Burt."

"Very sexy, huh? Yes, I think I feel very sexy, especially naked with your prick still inside me. I don't feel like a lady, though. I feel like a, a, a what? Concubine? Courtesan? Not a whore, but someone who lives to love."

"That, I think, would be courtesan. A very high priced lady of pleasure. Someone who chooses kings and emperors for lovers, because they are the only ones who can afford her fees."

"But a woman who'd live in a shack and go barefoot if she felt the pleasure I just did."

I laughed. "Careful, Jane, you'll be giving me a swollen head."

"When what we both want is that swollen head to be the one on your prick, good and hard, and in my pussy."

"I'll need a rest, but I'd very much like to have that come true and make love to you again."

"When did fucking become making love?"

"For me? About ten seconds after I realized what was about to happen. I don't think I can just fuck, I think there has to be something more, some genuine affection for my partner."

"I think you're right. I've liked you ever since Tammy first brought you home, what, six years ago? Now? Now, I think I'm a little bit in love with you."

"It's mutual, Jane, and I'm only just now realizing that I love Tammy."

"I think she realized about a year ago."

"Am I so insensitive?"

Jane laughed. "Hardly. I think you might be the most sensitive man I know, but I think, too, that there's still a little doubt of yourself. I tell you true, Bill, if anyone finds out about us making love, I won't be ashamed. No, I'll be proud of it, and spit in their eye, whoever they are." She lifted her head off my chest and looked me in the eye. "Truth, Bill. But I won't be boasting about it. I want you for Tammy, first, and me, second."

"Can't you be equal first?"

"That's up to you, you and Tammy, but I want the best for my daughter, and I think that's you."

"I don't know what to say?"

"How about, 'I think I'm slipping out, and how about a shower and something to eat?' Hmm?"

"I-think-I'm-slipping-out-and-how-about-a-shower-and-something-to-eat?" I chanted.

She laughed. "Idiot." She pushed herself erect, then swung her legs off the bed, and stood. "I'll start the shower, come in when you're ready."

I followed her off the bed. "I'm ready now."

"Would you switch the camera off, Bill. I need to hurry, because you're running out of me."

Sheesh, I'd forgotten all about the camera! Hmm, should be interesting later, watching it. In bed, I think, would be the best place.

The shower was fun, washing and goosing each other, but we calmed finally and dried ourselves, and wandered down to the kitchen. It wasn't discussed, but neither of us made a move to get dressed. Something cold, we'd decided, and Jane puttered about and made us a delicious cheese salad. We ate in the kitchen, elbows on the table, just chatting, about anything and everything. Eventually, after a glance at the clock, Jane stood.

"You go to Tammy's room and check what she's sent you, and I'll go and straighten the bed. I know it's only just after eight, but I think it's bedtime when you're done. We'll watch the video together, eh?"

"Yes, please!"

"Okay, go check your mail."

Tammy had a PC set up in a converted closet in her bedroom. Another was in her study, and I knew she'd taken her laptop with her to college. I used the one in her bedroom, simply because it was her bedroom, and we might well be sharing her bed on Saturday. I booted it up, and logged myself in with my newly acquired username and password, and laughed out loud when I saw my desktop wallpaper. She'd used a picture of herself and Jane, in bikinis, taken one afternoon when the three of us had been swimming together.

"Thanks, Tammy," I murmured, and opened up my email program. A couple of my regular mailshots, the inevitable spam, although the filter zapped most of it, and four from Tammy, all with a similar title -- 'Please open in order' -- numbered 1, 2, 3 and 4. I opened the first.

'Darling Bill,' it said. 'You now know my cunning plan. I confess, I hadn't expected it to come to fruition quite so soon, but now that I know I wasn't imagining things, I'm eager for Saturday, and finally to make love to you. I wanted to tease you, and here's what I plan. It is seven days until Friday, including today, and I'm wearing eight articles of clothing. I'm sending three photos today, and you'll get another one each day until Friday. See if you can guess what I've planned for you! Love, Tammy.'

Hmm. I opened mail number 2. Short and to the point, 'Picture 1 of 8.' and an attachment, 'Picture 1.' Intrigued, I opened up the photo. Presumably taken in Tammy's college room, in daylight, as there was no indication of flash shadows, it just showed my lovely Tammy full length, hair tied back in her usual ponytail, wearing a raincoat which covered anything else she might be wearing, although I could make out the sheen of stockings and she was wearing high-heeled black sandals. I studied the photo for a little while, just thinking about the coming Saturday.

On to number 2. A similar short note, 'Picture 2 of 8.' Picture 2, when I opened it, showed Tammy in the same approximate pose, but showing her opening her raincoat. In the photograph, she'd let her raincoat slide down her arms, revealing a simple white blouse, and her dark red leather skirt, a favorite of mine, finishing as it did some five or six inches above her knees.

I gave a little gasp of appreciation when I opened picture 3. Again, the same approximate pose, but this time the coat was gone, and she had twisted to loosen the fastening of her skirt. Tammy, wonderful Tammy, was doing a long-distance striptease for me! Roll on tomorrow, and picture 4.

There was no sign of Jane when I went along to her bedroom, but I heard the toilet flush and a few moments later she came out.

"Hi, hon. Anything in the email you can tell me?" I couldn't help it, I grinned. "Oh, yes, and what has my wicked daughter said?" said Jane, eyebrows arching.

"It's not what she said, Jane, it's the promise."

"Promise, eh? Want to tell me?"

"She sent three photographs, in sequentially numbered messages. In the first one, she said she was wearing eight articles of clothing, and she was going to send me eight photographs." I think Jane caught on quicker than me, because she started laughing.

"Did the first one show her fully clothed?"

I nodded. "Yes, with her raincoat on."

"And the second?"

"Removing the coat."

"The third?"

"Loosening her skirt."

Jane laughed. "I think you're going to be awfully frustrated by Friday, Bill. Good job you've got me to keep you serviced." Her grin was pure wickedness. "Talking of servicing, we have a video to watch. The bed is made, the camera is connected to the TV ready to play back, and we're both naked, ready. Why don't you brush your teeth, and then we're good until morning?"

"No toothbrush."

"Use mine. The way we've been kissing, if you have anything I've already caught it."

Five minutes later we were propped up against the bed headboard, a thin sheet over our laps, and the camera was running on playback, the recorded images bright and sharp on the TV screen.

"Oh, my," said Jane, watching my head dive down between her legs. "I'm getting wet again."

We never saw the end of the recording, at least not that time. Before the shots of Jane riding me were half done, she was on her back and my rock-hard prick was deep inside her as I rode her to another climax. As we cooled, I was wondering, wondering if I'd be fit for Tammy coming home, because it looked as if her mother was planning to exhaust me. We'd see, I was sure, and of course I was looking forward to the rest of Tammy's pictures, too. 

I wonder what she'll look like naked.



Tammy's Mom Ch. 03



It was an interesting week, waiting for Tammy to come home. Interesting for several reasons. The first was the time dilation effect, because the seven days before she was due seemed to last as many months! The second was what she was expecting of me, that I be the one to take her virginity. The third, that she had asked her mom to 'get him warmed up, ready for me.'

Tammy had been my friend for over six years now, a skinny twelve-year-old beanpole of a tomboy when I met her, but while I'd been away at college the beanpole had transformed into a startlingly attractive young woman. The significant change in our relationship had been the conversion of Tammy from friend, to girlfriend, a slow and subtle process that had almost shocked me when I realized what had happened, but one which now filled me with a quiet content.

Content, yes, but a content that was enhanced by excitement, too, because Tammy's mom, Jane, had been the one to inform me her daughter wanted me to take her cherry, an excitement compounded by the timing, as Jane told me just after we'd made love, on the day we'd seen Tammy off at the airport. I hadn't expected to see Tammy again until she came home for the mid-semester break. That had changed when Tammy phoned her mom to confirm her safe arrival, but had told Jane that she'd be home the following Saturday, after her induction week at college, because there'd been a fire in the computer labs, and they needed remedial work expected to take a couple of weeks. Tammy's timing was - interesting - as Jane had answered the call while she was riding me to climax! And never missing a beat, either.

So there I was, anticipating Tammy's return the following Saturday. She'd emailed me, and told me she was sending me eight photos. As she'd told me, she was wearing eight articles of clothing. She sent three photos the first day, and would send one a day until the following Friday.

The first three photos had set the stage, without a doubt. The first, a full-length shot of Tammy, in a raincoat which covered her, stockinged legs and strappy sandals showing beneath it. The second, almost the same pose, but discarding her coat, blouse and skirt now revealed, and the third, with her coat removed, loosening her skirt.

Jane and I had slept together on the Sunday night, to our mutually exhausting satisfaction. When we'd discussed sex, after our first time, I'd told her about the 'fuck buddy' relationship I'd had with a girl at college, for mutual pleasure without strings attached, and she'd asked if I wanted to have one like it with her, 'until Tammy comes home.' Rejection of that offer was never ever a consideration, but we hadn't anticipated Tammy being home again so soon. Tammy knew about her mom and me - after all, it was her idea! Sunday's picture had shown Tammy skirtless, the tails of her blouse hiding all but the clips of her garter belt suspenders, and the tops of her stockings. She had adopted a relaxed pose, hands behind her back, a half-smile on her face. Pure tease!

Monday evening, Jane and I were planning another early night, and I was about to open Tammy's fifth email to me. I was using the computer she had in her bedroom, on which she had set me up a user. She'd even used a photo of herself and Jane in bikinis for my wallpaper. One I'd taken, using Tammy's camera.

"Jane, I'm just going to open today's email from Tammy, okay? When I've done that, it must be very nearly our bedtime, no?"

Jane glanced at her watch and laughed. "Well, it is almost eight o'clock. Mind if I read the email with you?"

"Of course not."

Email number five took me by surprise, as there were three photos attached, labeled 5a, 5b and 5c. I glanced at Jane and she shrugged. I opened the first, slightly surprised to still see the blouse, but Tammy had photographed herself unbuttoning it, and I grinned. In the second, she was opening it, and in the third it trailed off her arms behind her, revealing Tammy in skimpy lace bra, matching brief panties, stockings, and a lacy garter belt. There was no trace of the beanpole tomboy now, just a slender and lovely young woman.

I glanced across at Jane, and she smiled. "My daughter looks good."

"Your daughter looks sensational. Takes after her mom."

"Why, thank you, sir."

"My pleasure, ma'am."

"Swim before bed?"

"Sounds good. See you in the pool. I'll just switch the computer off."

We swam for half an hour, showered together, then made slow, delightful love before drifting off to sleep in each other's arms. Next morning, when I reached for Jane again, she stopped me.

"Sorry, Bill, curse time, I'm afraid, so no fuck-buddying for a few days. Maybe Thursday, probably Friday, and I'll definitely be good for Saturday, when Tammy's home." She shrugged. "Of course, Tammy might have other plans."

"Um, yeah. I guess." I nodded. "Okay. Mom and Dad are home from their trip this evening, so I guess I'll be sleeping at home in any case. And I have a job interview, Wednesday."

"Good luck with that, but come for a swim, or a chat, Bill, whenever you want. And can you come early on Saturday, so we can go to the airport to collect Tammy?"

"Dawn?"

She laughed. "Not quite. About eight-thirty?"

"I'll be here."

"Tell your mom and dad I've invited you to stay for a couple of days, for Tammy being home. Okay?"

"Will do." I grinned. "I guess I don't tell them what's planned, then?"

"Best not, I think." Jane grinned. "Would they understand? Parents can be surprising people, you know."

"You don't say." I shrugged. "I don't know. They still surprise me, even after twenty-two years."

It was good to see Mom and Dad again, even though they'd only been away a couple of days. And I do enjoy Mom's home-cooked food. A lot! I excused myself after dinner. I wanted to check for Tammy's photo number 6. Only one this time, and she'd noted it 'cool down time - but it's a movie!' I laughed when I realized, as she'd used the movie facility on her digital camera, but all it showed was Tammy kicking off her shoes, smiling at the camera. Roll on Tuesday! I had a bet with myself. She'd either be taking off the stockings, or the garter belt, but not both. I'd soon find out. For the first time in days, I masturbated before I slept.

I didn't go around to the Burt house on Tuesday, as Jane had told me she'd be out all day. I caught up with some chores I'd been putting off and generally just pottered around all day. Tuesday's email from Tammy took me by surprise. It shouldn't have, I was getting used to her slanted sense of humor. Another video, but this time it showed Tammy just sitting on her bed. She stood, turned, and bent over to give me a sensational view of her ass, and the delighted realization that she was wearing a thong. She'd bent to pick something up from the floor and when she turned back to the camera I saw that it was a piece of card. She held it up to the camera and I read on it, 'Intermission'. She winked, blew me a kiss and the video clip ended. Minx!

Wednesday I was up soon, shaved and showered, and into my good grey suit. Mom gave me the official parental approval - Dad was back at work - and hugged me, before she handed me the keys to her car.

"Drive safe, son, and good luck."

My appointment was at ten, and I got there at ten to the hour. 'There' was Trueman Software. They were small, but had a good reputation. My Dad's cousin Alice's daughter Ellen had worked for them for almost two years and had told me they had a vacancy coming up. I'd applied, and I got an interview. Ellen had told me she had played no part in the decision - it was strictly Bill Trueman and his senior partner, Hank Walton, who decided. I was one of three candidates, and the last to be interviewed.

The office was small, open-plan, and busy. There was a bell for visitors, but Ellen spotted me and came straight over.

"Hi, Bill, good to see you again. How're your Mom and Dad?"

"Fine, just got back from a visit to Aunt Jen's."

"Good. Look, you wait in here," she said, ushering me towards a room off the main office, "and I'll send Bill in." She laughed. "I hope you get the job, but two Bills could be tricky."

"Naah. Just 'boss' and 'serf' should do it."

"Your sense of humor should fit," said a new voice, and I turned. He held out his hand. "Bill Trueman. I guess you're Bill Evans?"

"That's me, Mr. Trueman."

"Come on into the think tank, and let's get to know each other."

Trueman was shrewd, amiable, and he knew his programming, but then, I already knew that, from what Ellen had said. He asked some tricky programming questions, but I was on familiar ground there, and fielded them well, I thought. I got the feeling that Trueman thought so, too. It must have been nearly an hour later when he sat back and grinned at me.

"You're our third candidate of three, Bill, but you're the best. The job is yours, if you want it. What do you say?"

"I say yes, please," I said.

"Okay. Keep it to yourself for a day or two, as I'll need a while to let the other two know they missed out, this time. Now, come and meet the other guys. Ellen said she thought you were good, but she refused to take part in any selection process, as she didn't want any accusation of bias. I value her opinion, but I could see her point."

"Ellen suggested my college, same as where she graduated. My girlfriend has just started there. She's a better programmer than me, in some areas."

"Is she, now? You never know, we might have another vacancy by the time she graduates." Trueman gestured. "I'll be honest, Bill. As new boy, you'll be getting some - okay, a lot - of the scut work, but I try to make sure everyone has something interesting to work on. We usually have enough." He laughed. "More than we did, in fact, else we wouldn't be hiring you."

"Fair enough. I didn't expect to start at the top." I smiled to show that I was joking.

By now we'd reached the other workstations. "Guys, this is Bill Evans. He's the best of the three applicants, so I've offered him a place and he's said yes. Bill, Ellen you obviously know, since she's family. This here is Hank Walton, and beside Ellen is Jeff Ellis."

Walton stuck out his hand. "Welcome to chaos, Bill." I shook his hand, and he smiled amiably.

Ellis didn't say anything, just stuck out his hand, nodding. We shook. I found out as time went on that Jeff never spoke much, but when he did, everyone listened.

"We could have a problem, Bill, with two Bills," said Walton.

"I suggested 'boss' and 'serf'," I said. Walton laughed, and even Ellis half-smiled.

"What about your middle name, Bill?" said Ellen. I'd been just about to suggest it myself.

"My middle name is David," I said. "I'm happy to answer to Dave." I grinned. "At least, around the office."

"Fair enough," said Trueman. "When do you want to start? If you're like me, the idea of earning some money will appeal."

I laughed. "It does. How about a week next Monday? Gives me time to get myself turned around, and maybe do some revision. You pushed me on a couple of those questions."

"Sounds good to me," said Trueman. "A week Monday. You may have noticed, we don't have a dress code here, so wear what you're comfortable in." He grinned. "We hire your programming talent, not your dress sense."

I nodded. "Fine. I'm more the t-shirt and jeans type, anyway."

"Do you want something to read over - Dave? I have a spec for a game module. It's not urgent, but it's something you might like to look at before you start."

"Thanks, I'd like that. What time do you want me in?"

"Nine-thirty. We have a flexible approach to timekeeping here. We're all expected to be here by nine-thirty, unless we have a meeting with a client, but you'll need keys, and I need to get some more cut." He rummaged in a drawer and passed me a folder. "Have a look at that. If you have any ideas, jot them down and we'll look at them when you come in to start. For now, though, get yourself away. You'll be seeing us again soon enough."

A few more pleasantries, a kiss on the cheek from Ellen, and I made my way back to Mom's car. I took a quick glance at the folder and smiled. Just the sort of work I'd been looking for. Great!

I couldn't keep the grin off my face when I got home, and Mom smiled.

"You got the job?"

"I got the job."

"Great! Celebratory meal tonight?"

"Up to you, Mom. I don't need one. Just knowing I got it is enough."

"We'll see. Any plans for the rest of the day?"

"Email Tammy, let her know. And maybe go round for a swim after lunch. Jane Burt said to drop by any time if I wanted to use the pool."

"That's kind of her. And you're staying over, Saturday and Sunday, after Tammy gets home?"

"Yeah, Mom. You don't mind, do you?"

"Of course not. Do you think Tammy and her mom would come to dinner, say, Tuesday?"

"Tammy, definitely. Her mom? Dunno, but I'll ask her this afternoon, if you like?"

"Please. Okay, lunch? Any special fancies?"

"Something light, if I'm going for a swim, and you're doing a special tonight," I said, laughing.

Mom laughed. "Chicken salad sandwich?"

"Great!"

"You go send your email. By the time you've finished, your sandwich will be ready."

Mom was as good as her word, and had delicious chicken salad sandwiches ready for us after I'd finished emailing Tammy. We chatted as we ate, mostly about my new job, and the fact that I'd be working with my dad's cousin. At about two, I excused myself and took myself off to the Burt house. I had my Speedos rolled in my towel, but I knew I wouldn't need them. I'd just dip them in the pool!

Jane answered my ring, damp, wearing a short toweling robe. Her face lit up, and she drew me indoors. As soon as the door closed behind me she was in my arms, and we were lost in a heated kiss. She broke it, smiling up at me, leaning back in the circle of my arms.

"I missed you."

"Well, I have been gone for a full day."

Jane laughed. "A long time! Here for a swim?"

"Yes, please, and to tell you that I got the job with Trueman Software."

Her face lit up. "Great! Have you told Tammy?"

"Emailed her just before lunch. No answer yet, she'll be in class. Speaking of food, Mom wants to ask you and Tammy round for dinner next Tuesday. Will you come?"

"Yes, of course. I like your mom. And your dad, even though he reminds me of my ex!" She smiled, to take the sting out of the words. I'd never met Bradley Burt, but I'd seen his photograph. In Tammy's room. Jane had none on display, but, well, he is Tammy's father. And yes, he looks a bit like Dad.

"Hey, not Dad's fault," I said, giving her a wry smile.

"I know. Come on, let's swim, and then I think we might just run to a little celebration. What do you say to some Jane Burt special stimulation? Seeing that we can't fuck because I'm having my monthly visitation from the fairies." She grinned, taking my hand, and leading me towards the pool.

"You expect me to say no?" I said, squeezing her fingers. "Get real, Jane Burt!"

I was still tingling from Jane's skilled mouth when I opened Tammy's latest email. 'Picture 7, plus bonus pic,' it read, but there was another email, headed 'read only after viewing picture 7 and bonus.' Picture 7 was a still, showing Tammy unclipping her stockings from her garter belt, but the 'bonus pic' was another movie. In it, she loosened the garter belt and stroked it across herself, then held it at arm's length, before dropping it to the floor beside her, but it was what happened next that surprised me, as she sat and sensuously slid her stockings down and off, letting them slither across her before dropping them to the floor. She smiled at the camera and blew a kiss to end the shot.

Smiling myself, I opened the extra email. This time, a note from Tammy, congratulating me on getting the Trueman Software job. But she went on, 'as you saw from the bonus, I now have two days to go, and I have only bra and panties left to remove. Which means, sweetheart, that there's a good chance you might see your Tammy naked before Saturday! I've enjoyed making these little teasers for you, but I want the reality of us being together to happen now, today, not Saturday! I have to go and change my panties now, as those I'm wearing are soaking. All your fault, Bill, and I expect you to make up for it on Saturday. Can't wait to be home again. Love, Tammy.'

Well, it looked like I was in for a fun time!

Thursday morning I went shopping with Mom for the groceries. I think I surprised her, well, a little anyway. She was pleased, though, and we just chatted about everything and nothing, enjoying being with each other. When I thought about it, I realized it must have been seven or eight months since I'd last helped her like that, when I'd come home for a college break, before going back to sit my final exams.

"Bill?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Are you going to the Burt house for a swim after lunch?"

"Yeah, I guess. I like swimming, and it keeps me fit."

"Do you think Jane would mind if I came along, too, sometime? Not today, I'm seeing your Aunt Carla for a coffee. Next week, maybe?"

"I don't think she'll mind at all, Mom. I'll ask her today."

"Good, I'll look forward to it. I really would like a swim."

Jane laughed when I told her. "That's anything naughty off the agenda when your Mom's here, Bill. Sure, tell her she's welcome. What day, did she say?"

"She didn't, but I'll find out and let you know, okay?"

"That's fine. Guess I'd better make sure I can find my bikini."

I laughed. "But not today?"

Her grin was pure invitation. "No, Bill, not today." She grimaced. "No fuck-buddying either, sweetheart. I'm sorry, but I promise, I'll make up for it tomorrow."

"I'll hold you to that," I said. I held out my hand. "Come on, let's swim."

When I opened Tammy's next email that evening, I was wondering what I'd find. That she only had bra and panties left to discard, I knew. Quite how - or whether - she'd remove them, I had yet to find out. Three photos. The first, hands behind her to loosen her bra; the second, easing it off, but still concealing herself, and the third, half-turned, the arm nearest the camera swinging forward to throw her bra onto the bed, concealing most of her breasts, just the lower curves showing, her face turned to the camera, an impish smile on her face. The accompanying note said simply, "Only my panties left, and me on Saturday!"

I laughed, and took myself off to bed. I masturbated before I went to sleep, of course.

Friday was good. Friday was fun. Friday, Jane Burt told me that her 'visit from the fairies' was over and that we could fuck before our swim. Or after. Or both. Except that she'd had a panic phone call from her sister, Tammy's Aunt Tamara - and guess who Tammy was named after - and had to drive forty miles to, in Jane's words, 'sort the silly girl out.'

Friday was frustrating. A total bust.

Jane phoned me when she got back, to ask me to be at the Burt house for eight rather than eight-thirty on Saturday morning, so that the two of us could go to the airport to collect Tammy. She apologized, too.

"I'm really sorry, Bill. We could have been having fun, but Tamara badly needs sorting out, ever since her divorce. She has about as much financial sense as a gerbil, or probably less. Anyway, I think I got her pointed in the right direction. Luckily, an old school friend is a financial wizard, and he's agreed to straighten her out. For a fee, of course, but Tamara isn't hurting, financially. At least, not yet, she isn't, so it's agreed. See you in the morning, and we'll go and get my errant offspring from the airport."

I laughed. "Looking forward to it, Jane. Now? Now, I'm going to see what Tammy's sent me for her final photo. She was down to panties, yesterday. Goodness knows what she'll send today. But, you know what, Jane? I think the final revelation will be kept for tomorrow, when we're together."




Tammy's Mom Ch. 03



Jane laughed. "That's my girl! See you in the morning, Bill."

Tammy's final photo? Or photos, plural, two of them. The first, back to camera, sliding her thong down and off. The second, smiling over her shoulder, pert butt to camera, and an accompanying message. 'Tomorrow, Bill? Tomorrow, it's full frontal!'

Yes, I masturbated again before I could sleep.

Tammy had taken the early flight, due in at nine-thirty, and Jane and I were waiting for her when she came through the gate, the smile on her face visible from fifty yards away. She went straight to Jane and gave her a hug and a kiss, then turned to me, hesitant suddenly. I held out my arms and she came into my embrace and hugged me, hugged me as if she would never let go, then tipped her head up for my kiss. A warm kiss, a kiss of promise, a kiss that heated both of us, a long kiss, but we knew there was something waiting for us and broke it off.

"I missed you," she said.

"I missed you, too."

She smiled, then turned at her mother's touch. "Yes, Mom?"

"Your bag?"

Tammy shook her head. She touched the light shoulder bag she was carrying. "Everything I need's in here. I didn't see the point in bringing my clothes home for a couple of weeks, just to take them back again." She grinned. "Anyway, I plan to be naked most of the time I'm home."

Jane laughed. "That's my girl! Come on, sooner we get home, sooner you can be naked."

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's go!"

Tammy chattered constantly on the way back from the airport, telling her mom and me about her first week. I gathered that she'd enjoyed it, and was looking forward to getting back to her studies, "but not as much as I'm looking forward to what we have planned for today."

Jane laughed. "And just what do we have planned. Or should that be, what have you got planned?"

Tammy sobered. "You both know what I want. I want to lose my cherry to someone I love, and I want my Mom close by when I do."

Jane shook her head, but didn't say anything immediately, as she was turning in to the driveway. Once she'd stopped, set the brake and turned off the ignition, she turned to Tammy, and took her hand.

"Are you absolutely certain you want me there?" She grimaced. "It's not that I think it's kinky, although it is, and you know it, it's just that it's such a personal and private moment, and should be shared only with your partner."

"And my best friend," said Tammy softly. "Please, Mom?"

Jane gave a rueful laugh. "Okay, baby. Momma will hold your hand while the nasty man hurts you." She winked at me as she said it, though.

Tammy giggled. "And then I hold your hand while he hurts you, too." I could almost hear the quotes around 'hurts.'

"Do I get a say in this?" I said.

"No," they said in unison, stared at each other for a moment, and then broke up with laughter. Have to admit, I was grinning.

"Okay, ladies, your stud slave awaits your pleasure. How are we going to do this? Remember, I'll need recovery time. So, how about we take a swim, first, and just anticipate a little?" I said. "Then when we're ready, it happens."

"Sounds good," said Jane, "but it's your call, Tammy."

"Yep, sounds good to me, too. But there's something I have to do first."

"And that is?"

She turned to me. "I have a striptease to finish," she said, holding my eyes, her tone soft. "Come on, my bedroom. Mom, we'll see you in the pool in a little while, okay?"

"Okay, baby."

Tammy took my hand, and led me upstairs, and straight into her bedroom. She dropped her bag in the corner and shrugged off her light jacket. It was then that I realized she was wearing the clothes from the photographs. She grinned at me.

"Ready, hon? You might like to hum the theme from 'The Stripper', maybe?"

I did my best, but my mouth was getting dry as she got down to bra and panties. She blew me a kiss as she turned away to unfasten the bra, keeping her back turned as she discarded it, letting me admire - admire? Hell, drool over - the taut butt she was showing, sliding the thong down and off, until with a deep breath, she turned slowly to face me.

My prick was almost fully hard, and I knew I had to get my clothes off, too, but for a moment I just admired Tammy's lovely form. Long, slim legs led up to the gentle flare of a young woman's hips, a narrow waist, and surprisingly broad shoulders. There was a spot of color on each cheek as she stood hip-shot to let me see her. Her breasts are beautiful, an easy handful each, firm, proud, crowned with erect nipples on inch-across areolae. Her pussy was shaved bare of fleece, a slender cleft leading to the promised land.

"Tammy, my sweet, you are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen."

She smiled. "Thank you, but I want to see you, now." The smile turned to a grin. "Get 'em off!"

I didn't try to tease her, I just stripped, leaving my now obscenely-bulging boxers until last, then pushed them down slowly, until John Thomas sprang free. I quickly stepped out of my pile of clothes and just let Tammy look at me. There was a look almost of awe on her face. I knew I hadn't been the biggest guy in the locker room, but there were a lot of others smaller than me. Slowly, Tammy's eyes lifted to mine.

"I want you, Bill." She gave me a sweet smile, a smile filled with longing and anticipation. "But I want a swim first. What is it they say, anticipation is the best aphrodisiac?"

"No idea, Tammy, love, but it sounds good to me." Except that I want you now, minx!

Jane was in the pool when we went out, grinning at my erection which hadn't softened on our trip to the pool. She gestured, smiling at Tammy. "See? Told you, didn't I?"

"Yes, Mom, you did, but you know me, don't you?"

Jane laughed. "Find out for yourself? You're definitely my daughter, sweetheart, and no mistake."

"I wouldn't want to be anyone else's, Mom, that's for sure." She blew Jane a kiss. "You're the best."

"Thanks, baby. Come on in, you two. The water's lovely."

Tammy took two or three quick steps and dived neatly into the water. I grinned and followed her. The three of us played around for a while, and this time, there wasn't the slight inhibition there'd been before I found out that Tammy wanted me, and before Jane and I had made love. Now it was three people happy to share intimacy.

It was Tammy who made the decision. She swam over to me, drew me to a halt, kissed me and said, simply, "Now."

"Shower first?" I said.

"Yes, because I want us to be clean and fresh." She grinned. "Before we get down and dirty!"

"My shower," said Jane, "because it's big enough for the three of us."

"Mom? Can we use your bed, too? It's bigger than mine, and there'll be three of us in bed, too?"

Jane grinned. "I guess so, honey."

The shower was fun, with Jane and Tammy competing to see who could get my dick the cleanest. Okay, I made sure that their tits and pussies were clean, too. Wouldn't you, in my place? Dried, we piled onto Jane's bed. She reached across and hugged Tammy, kissing her.

"Okay, baby, how do you want to do this?"

Tammy shrugged. "Mom, I don't know, my mind has gone blank now that my dream is coming true. Suggestions?"

Jane looked across at me, eyebrows raised. I shrugged, too, and Jane grinned. "Two blank minds. Sheesh! Modern youth." She gazed at me for a moment. "Bill? How ready are you?"

I glanced down at my erection, then grinned at her. "Very!"

She laughed. "How quickly do you think you'll come?"

I grimaced. "Too quickly." Jane glanced at Tammy, back at me. I laughed. "You have your scheming look, Jane. What's in that inventive brain of yours." She grinned, flushing slightly, and turned to Tammy.

"Ever given a blow-job, sweetheart?"

Tammy's eyes widened and she shook her head. "No, Mom." She grinned, holding my eye. "At least, not yet," she said, her voice soft.

"Want to join me in a little bit of Bill-stimulation? Huh?"

Tammy's grin threatened to split her face in half. "A girl should always follow her mom's lead," she said.

"Ah, my dutiful daughter." Jane glanced across at me, smiling. "Here, Bill, lie down between us and get yourself comfortable."

No way was I turning down the chance of a double blow-job, and in moments I was lying comfortably between them. Jane grinned, and turned to Tammy.

"Sweetheart, these one-eyed monsters the guys use to give us pleasure can take us by surprise, too. Just be careful, and keep your teeth to yourself. Okay?"

"Sure thing, Mom." She grinned at me, winked, and turned back to Jane. "Mom? Do I just suck?"

"No, kinda fuck yourself in the face with Bill's beautiful weapon. And be ready for it to spit at you!" Jane grinned. 

Tammy laughed, bent over to kiss me, quick, light, a promise, then slid down the bed a little and for the first time, ever, reached out hesitantly and took me in her hand. I nearly came then! I came even closer when she bent over, stretched out her tongue, and licked the crown. I suppressed a shudder, but I couldn't prevent the groan. 

Tammy looked up at me, concerned. "You okay, Bill?"

Jane laughed. "It's okay, sweetheart. I think our stud enjoyed that."

"Yeah," I said. "He did!" 

Tammy grinned, and her head went back down. This time she took the head in her mouth, and I could feel her tongue lapping at me, a little awkward. Inexpert she may have been, but the fact that it was my Tammy that had the head of my prick in her mouth made it far more exciting than it would have been otherwise. She lifted her head, kissed the end of my prick and winked at me. 

"Mom? What's the best way to do this?" she said, turning to Jane.

Jane smiled, winked at me, and took Tammy's hand. "Sweetheart, you're asking the wrong person. This is between you and Bill, so you really need to ask Bill."

"Whoa," I said. "Jane? Remember the first time you blew me? The day you told me Tammy wanted me?"

"Yes?"

"Will you show Tammy? And will the two of you alternate? I think that will be even more exciting!" I sounded calm, even to myself, but I knew that I was hiding excitement. I should have known I wasn't fooling Jane, though, because she grinned at me, eyebrows arched.

"You think?"

"I know!"

"Come on, Mom! Show me!" Tammy's grin was wide. And her nipples even harder, I reckoned. I grinned to myself; one way to find out. I reached out and cupped Tammy's breast. She jumped in surprise, as she'd been looking at Jane, but she grinned at me and her hand came up to cover mine, pressing it to her. She blew a kiss at me.

"I like that," she said, her voice soft, warm. "I like to feel your touch."

"Good, isn't it?" said Jane. She reached out and squeezed Tammy's hand. "Okay, baby, let's you and me make our stud blow his wad!"

Truth to tell, it didn't take long. With Tammy licking one side of my dick, Jane licking the other, and the two of them alternating to take the head in their mouth, after Jane showed Tammy what to do, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I came. And I knew that time was going to be be fairly short. It was.

Jane had just released me, Tammy took me in her mouth, went down further than she'd done before, and winked as she caught my eye on the up-stroke. That did it. I had just opened my mouth to warn Tammy when my climax took all three of us by surprise. Next thing I knew, there was jizz all over Tammy, and some had splashed onto Jane.

Alarmed at what I'd done, especially for first-timer Tammy, I was just about to apologize when she grinned at me, then laughed, a laugh of pure glee.

"Wow," she said. "Mom told me it could be sort of violent, but that was awesome!" She looked down at herself, at my jizz on her breasts, on her belly, there was even some on her cheek. She grinned. "Everywhere but my mouth," she said, mock-stern.

Jane laughed, taking my jizz from Tammy's cheek on her finger, and licking it off. Tammy's eyes were wide, and she stared at her mom. "Taste it, baby," said Jane. "You may not like it, but you'll never know until you try."

Tammy's eyes came to mine, and she grinned. She looked down at her hand, still clamped loosely around my dwindling hardness, and the next thing I knew her lips were around me again and her tongue was lapping at me. She lifted her head, and I saw her swallow. She grinned at Jane.

"I think I'll have to try that again sometime, Mom, before I can decide." She turned to me. "Yes?"

"Absolutely," I said. "But let me get you cleaned up, and then I can return the favor."

"Return the - " Her eyes widened. "You want to eat me?"

"Very much," I said, holding her eyes with mine. "Very much indeed."

"He's good, sweetheart. Momma knows," Jane said, with a laugh.

Tammy giggled. "I'll bet! First, I need a little bit of attention. I'm getting sticky!"

"Stay there, honey. I'll get a cloth and towel," said Jane. It was the work of moments to get Tammy cleaned and dried, and she lay back, her eyes on mine.

"Ready?" I said, and she nodded. "Okay, Miss Burt, if you'd care to spread your legs a little wider, Mr Evans will come a-snackin'."

Tammy flushed, but moved her legs apart. Her labia were flushed, too, and I could see a gleam of moisture in her cleft. I glanced up. Tammy was clinging to Jane's hand, an anxious look on her face. I grinned. "It's beautiful. And I bet it tastes good."

"I hope so," Tammy whispered.

I hitched myself forward a little, then licked up her cleft, from low beside the rose-brown pucker of her anus, up to where her clitoris peeped from its hood. The salty-sweet tang of her was hot on my tongue. I lapped again, then looked up at Tammy.

"I was right, it's delicious."

"I'm glad you like it." She giggled. "I kinda like it myself."

"Way to go, baby," said Jane, laughing.

I bent to my labor of love again, breathing deeply of Tammy's sexual aroma as I let my tongue begin the pleasurable task of eating her. She was hot, she was wet, she was excited, and her juices were flowing freely, a pool of flavor for my mouth to savor. And savor I did, lapping at her like a cat with a saucer of cream. She was breathing heavily now, and wriggling a little under my loving attack, and I knew that this was a first for her, having a lover's mouth on her most private self. I wanted to make it good, and I applied everything I knew, that I had read, and that Jane had taught me. No doubt about it, Tammy's mom had been an incredible teacher, and it seemed that she'd passed on her love for lovemaking to Tammy along with her mother's milk.

Tammy was excited, and Tammy was ready to blow. I think she was overloaded with sensations, because when I took a long sweep up her cleft with my tongue, and then nipped at her clitoris with my lips, careful not to let my teeth get too close, she exploded. She was still clinging to Jane's hand with one of her own, but her free hand was in my hair and she almost tore it out when she came. I could feel her pussy sucking at me, at the non-existent penis she was trying to drain, and her thighs were tight around me while her body shook with her climax.

I eased my mouth away, feeling her grip of my hair loosen, her thighs easing their clamp, dimly aware of soft murmurs, which I realized was Jane, murmuring soft nonsense to Tammy.

I eased back, sitting back on my heels. I was hard again, ready, and Jane grinned when she saw my erection. She squeezed Tammy's fingers.

"Look, sweetheart. Bill's all nice and hard, ready for you. Are you ready for him?"

Tammy's eyes drifted down and she smiled when she saw me ready. "I think so, Mom," she murmured.

"Keep your legs nice and wide, honey. Bill, take your weight on your arms and come in close, ready. I'll guide your love missile to its target, okay?"

I grinned, and Jane winked. I held up a hand and they paused.

"Something up?" said Jane. I couldn't help it, I glanced down at my rock-hard erection and the two women burst into laughter.

"Yeah, you could say that," I said, my grin rueful. "There's something I need to know. Protection," I said, at their enquiring looks.

Tammy grinned. "I thought we'd told you. Mom put me on the pill six weeks ago." She blew me a kiss. "I want to feel everything." Tammy had her eyes on my erection as it approached her, a look of eager anticipation on her face. Her eyes met mine, and she smiled.

"Give it to me, lover."

I was almost on target now, and felt Jane's fingers close over me, warm, gentle, guiding me into her daughter. I felt the heat and wetness of Tammy's slit, and then Jane squeezed me.

"Hold it right there a moment, big boy." I did as she said, and felt her rubbing the head of my dick up and down Tammy's slit.

"Mmm, nice, Mom," Tammy murmured. "Feels good."

"Ready for Bill to come calling?"

"Yes!"

"Ease forward, Bill, but be ready to stop. Okay?"

"Sure thing." I pressed forward and felt Tammy's lower lips begin to spread for me. I felt too the obstruction of her hymen, and Tammy flinched a little as I pressed forward, but she was urging me on. Jane's free hand was warm on my back, encouraging, and I pressed forward a little.

Tammy cried out and I stopped, easing back a little, but she clutched at me.

"No! I want you in me!"

I pressed forward again, and again she winced and cried out, but I'd had an idea. I began to alternate, press in, pull back, press in, pull back, pushing a little harder each time. I think Jane guessed what I was about to do, because she gave me a wink and a nod, and began a soft chant of 'yes' each time I pushed forward.

Tammy was relaxing now, and I pulled back ready, then pushed forwards, hard. I felt Tammy's hymen give and I was in her. She cried out, tear-blurred eyes closed, but as I moved back, she pulled at me.

"Deeper, Bill, deeper. Come deeper."

I began to move, pulling back, pushing forward, easing myself into her soft, tight depths. She moaned softly as I moved, but in pleasure now, not pain. As deep in her as I could get, I paused. Her eyes opened and a smile grew in them, spreading to her whole face.

"Wow!" she cried. "This is so fucking good! Oops, sorry, Mom, excuse my language."

"That's okay, baby. You're a woman now. The use of language usually seen as impolite is sometimes appropriate, like now." Jane leaned over and gave Tammy a quick kiss on the lips. "Enjoy it, baby!"

Tammy was still holding Jane's hand and as I began to move again, feeling her moistening, my prick moving more easily now as her juices flowed, I saw her squeeze Jane's fingers.

"Good, baby?" said Jane.

"Much better than just good, Mom. Fucking marvelous!"

"Want me to stay, baby? I'll go and leave you two alone if that's what you want."

"No, Mom, stay. Then I want to watch Bill nail you."

Jane laughed. "You're too much, baby. Okay, I'll stay, but you might have to wait for a while if you want to watch me get nailed."

I laughed. "With two of you to stimulate me, it could be sooner than you think, Jane. For the moment, though, excuse me while I concentrate on your daughter."

"Yeah," said Tammy, but she was grinning. "Concentrate on me, buster."

That wasn't hard to do, no way. My lovely Tammy, naked beneath me, my prick buried in her soft, snug pussy, her nipples erect on the lovely breasts I'd seen for the first time less than an hour ago, her knees drawn up, opening herself to me, and obviously, thank all the deities, enjoying it. I caught her eye and she grinned.

"Fuck me, Bill," she murmured, "fuck me, because it feels so good, everything I thought it could be, and feared it wouldn't be."

"It's not just fucking, Tammy, it's making love to my beautiful girlfriend."

She blew me a kiss. "I know." She grinned, sudden, happy. "But the fucking is good, too!"

I'd been moving steadily, thrusting into her, and I could feel way down inside me the beginnings of the sensations that went before climax. I bent and kissed Tammy.




Tammy's Mom Ch. 03



"Getting closer, hon, so won't be too long getting there."

She laughed. "Me too! Oh, Bill, it feels so good having someone else bringing me to climax. Masturbation is fun, yes, a lot of fun, but on my experience so far, copulation is much, much better!"

Beside us there was a snort of laughter from Jane. She bent over and gave Tammy a quick, light kiss. "You are so right, baby, so right. You know what's the worst thing about masturbation? It's lonely."

Tammy giggled. "Me, myself and I, Mom, that's three of me!" She gasped as I moved. "Oh, Bill, that feels so good!"

"You two concentrate on each other, forget about the jokes, and if you don't mind, momma is going to get herself off, too," said Jane. "Masturbation in company isn't as lonely." She rolled away, and took something from a dresser drawer, then rejoined us on the bed.

"What you got there, Mom?" 

"My dildo."

Tammy laughed. "Go, Mom, go! See if we can come together. Bill, I'm counting on you!"

"Do my best, hon, do my best." I watched with interest as Jane moistened the tip of the dildo in her obviously rather wet pussy, then gasped along with Tammy as Jane slid the faux penis into herself, a soft moan coming from her as she did so.

"Feel good, Mom?"

"Mmm, yes," said Jane, beginning to slide the dildo in and out of herself. I almost envied it, because I knew that Jane's pussy was a wonderful place to be. But then, so was Tammy's, as I was rapidly appreciating. She didn't have quite the muscle control that her mother did, not yet, but I knew my Tammy was a fast learner.

Not only a fast learner, but as I found out quite soon afterwards, given the right conditions Tammy was quick to climax, too, for she began to breathe heavily as I thrust, her breathing quickening almost in time with Jane's moving of the dildo, and I think Tammy was almost taken by surprise by her own climax. I felt her pussy clench down on me, then Tammy was gasping as her pussy clutched at me, milking me, and the next thing I knew was my own climax taking me, so that my hips drove my hardness into Tammy in reflexive surges, and my seed filled her oh-so-recently-virgin depths.

We slowly trembled into stillness together, and I was dimly aware that, beside us, Jane had reached climax as well. Tammy stretched up and kissed me.

"Thank you, lover. Thank you so much."

"Thank you, too, sweetheart, for the precious gift of your virginity." I bent and kissed her, and the kiss was a promise, from each of us to the other.

Jane reached out and took Tammy's hand again. "It was good, baby?"

Tammy smiled. "Like I said before, Mom. Fucking marvelous!"

"You okay? Sore?"

"Only a little, Mom. I think I was so wet I hardly felt it." She stifled a yawn. "Oops. Sorry. I think I was up too early this morning. Pull out, Bill, we'll get cleaned up, maybe a little nap. And then I get to watch you nail Mom."

"Sounds good to me," I said. I eased myself out of Tammy and glanced down. Traces of blood mixed in with our combined juices. Tammy gave me a wry grin.

"Proof," she said. "No longer a virgin."

"I'll get the cloth again," said Jane, "and we'll get you both cleaned up. Then, yes, perhaps a nap. All of us together, here?"

"Please, Mom."

A few minutes later anyone investigating Jane Burt's bedroom would have found three sleeping people, all naked, in bed together. Quite a long nap, as it turned out, for despite it having been only mid-morning when we started our love fest, it was almost two when we roused. Jane stretched, like a cat.

"I don't know about you two," she said, "but I'm hungry. I don't want anything heavy, so what say we just prepare a tuna salad? We have everything, I think."

"Sounds good, Mom. Come on, Bill, three of us will have it ready quicker. Sooner we eat, sooner we digest, sooner we play again and I can watch you nail Mom."

Which was pretty much the way it turned out, except that none of us was in a hurry. In my own case, because I wanted to be recovered enough to give Jane a good time. I'd already come twice, once over Tammy, once in her, and I knew that I needed a little time. I think Jane understood, because she gently stalled Tammy's eagerness without ever saying 'wait'. Tammy, eager at first, realized, I think, that time was needed and we didn't need to hurry. The meal was relaxed, the three of us still naked. At one point Tammy caught my eye and winked. She turned to her mom.

"It's not fair, Mom."

"What isn't fair, sweetheart?"

"Here, this situation. Bill can sit there and ogle our tits, but anything he has that's ogle-worthy is out of sight."

"You're right, baby, it's not fair at all, is it? But what do we do, apart from invest in a glass-topped table?" I think Jane was fighting the giggles at her own mental images.

Tammy laughed out loud. "Oh, Mom! Glass-topped table? We'd never get anything eaten, for looking."

"Hmm, perhaps you're right. Okay, baby, no glass-topped table. So, what do we do?"

"I think we finish eating, and then we go and sit on the couch with Bill in the middle. Maybe fool around a little."

Jane looked across at me and mouthed 'video?' while Tammy's attention was diverted. I shrugged, and mouthed 'your call' back to her. She nodded, fighting a grin.

"Tammy?"

"Yes, Mom?"

"Do you ever watch erotic videos?"

Tammy blinked, then grinned. "Not yet, Mom. Why, have you got one?"

"Yes, baby, I do. A very recent one, too."

"Anyone I should know in it?"

"It's an amateur production, nobody well-known in erotic movie circles, I don't think."

"Well, put it on, Mom, and let's all watch it."

Jane stood. "It's hidden upstairs. I'll just get it." I think I half-expected her to come back with the camera, which would have been a dead giveaway, but no, she'd burned it onto a DVD. Hmm, must remember to ask for a copy, I mused. Jane turned on the TV and the DVD player, then loaded the DVD.

"Everyone on the couch. Bill, you're in the middle."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, tugging my forelock in best 'humble servant' manner. Jane sat on my right, Tammy on my left, and Jane pressed 'play', then lifted my arm around herself and leaned against me. Tammy copied the motion and I had a double armful of beautiful, naked women. It took only a moment or two before the images rolled and beside me I heard a gasp of laughter from Tammy.

"Unknowns, eh, Mom? Nice one!"

"We thought you might enjoy it," said Jane.

"Oh, I will," said Tammy. "I will, but there's a price."

Jane frowned. "A price?"

"Yes, Mom. I want a copy to take back with me to college, for those long, lonely nights, just me and the dildo you're going to buy for me before I go back."

"I am, am I? Okay, baby, deal. Now? Enjoy!"

I guess she did, too, because it hadn't been going long before Tammy's breathing was getting heavy. Hell, so was mine. And Jane's. I think it could have been because the video was of me and Jane, but as much as that I think it was because there weren't any spurious 'dramatic' moments, only two people thoroughly enjoying what they were doing to each other, concentrating on making their partner feel good, and ignoring the fact it was on camera.

As it played, Jane snuggled closer. "Play with our pussies," she breathed in my ear. Never one to ignore a good suggestion, I took my arm from around Tammy, and rested it on her thigh, and did the same for Jane on my other side. Jane spread her legs apart and moved my hand between them. Tammy must have caught the movement from the corner of her eye, because the next thing I knew she'd taken my hand and moved it between her own legs. So, I had two pussies to play with. Two delectable and rather wet pussies, too, and it wasn't long before I had a couple of fingers sliding in and out of each of them.

Neither of them had come before the video ended, but judging by their very heavy breathing it wouldn't take much for it to happen pretty soon. Tammy sighed.

"The two of you looked great on the video, but I want to see it happen for real now. Mom?"

Jane sighed, too, but it was a sigh of acceptance. "Okay, baby. You know it's kinky, don't you? A girl watching her mother get nailed by her boyfriend?"

"Yeah, I guess so, but I still want to see it for real."

Jane glanced across at me, grinning when she saw my rock-hard erection. "Where? How?" she said.

"Why not right here? You get your pretty ass to the edge of the couch, I'll kneel on the floor, and we should be good to go. Yes?"

Jane grinned, and slid forward, spreading her legs. "Yes!"

I stood, and moved to kneel on the rug in front of her, but paused at Tammy's 'halt' signal. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"Cushion? For your knees?"

"Good thinking. Yes, please." She leaned to one side, and passed me two throw cushions, and I moved them so that I knelt, one knee on each cushion. Definitely more comfortable, no two ways about it. I glanced up at Jane and she blew me a kiss.

"Ready?"

She nodded. "And willing, and able." She glanced across at Tammy, who grinned, taking her mom's hand in her own.

"Ringside seat, Mom. Fuck when ready!"

I shuffled forward, pressing my prick down slightly, so that it was lined up on Jane's pussy, and moved forward. She was wet, she was ready, and my hardness spread her lower lips and slid smoothly into her. Tammy, still clinging to her mom's hand, was a fascinated spectator..

"Wow, Mom! That looked great!"

"Felt pretty good, too, baby." She looked up, and winked. "Okay, Bill. Fuck me for the entertainment of my kinky daughter."

"Mom! Education, please. Not entertainment."

"No?" said Jane, a smile quirking her lips.

Tammy grinned, and shrugged, and a corner of my mind admired the movement of her breasts. "Okay, Mom, entertainment, too, but mostly education."

I'd been holding still while Jane bantered with her daughter, but I started to move, just rocking back and forth on my knees, my prick moving smoothly in Jane's wetness. I had my hands on her hips, but I let them drop and our only contact became my prick moving easily in her welcoming depths.

"Oh, yes!" said Tammy. "Way to go! Bill, some time before I go back, will you fuck me this way?"

"I'd be delighted, Tammy. It feels real good."

"I'll say!" said Jane, laughing. "I want to do this again as well."

Tammy looked abstracted for a moment. "Could you do us both at the same time, this way? Maybe one of us using your prick, and the other one, a dildo?"

"Don't distract him, baby," said Jane. "Let him concentrate on me for the moment, pretty please?"

Tammy laughed. "Sorry, Mom."

"That's okay, sweetheart, but remember, Bill's a guy, and it's the girls who multitask best."

"Yeah, right," I said, mock grumpy. Jane bent forward quickly and kissed my nose.

"Just teasing, Bill."

"I know." I flexed my prick in her depths and she giggled. 

"What did he do?" said Tammy, grinning.

"He flexed his dick in my pussy," said Jane. "Great feeling."

"I'll look forward to that, later," said Tammy. She glanced up at me. "Yes?"

"Absolutely, sweetheart, but for now, your mom needs me to finish what we've started."

"Too damned true," said Jane, squeezing down on me.

"Go!" said Tammy.

I went! Jane was wet and juicy, and my erection was moving easily in her pussy, easily and audibly, and both Jane and Tammy giggled as my movement caused trapped air to blurt out. Tammy was still holding Jane's hand, her gaze flickering between our faces, and the movement of my prick in Jane's pussy.

"Enjoying the view, sweetheart?" I said. Tammy flashed a grin at me.

"Absolutely! It's fascinating, watching the way Mom's pussy adjusts to your prick."

"I'll have to take your mom from behind, then, because that view is even more fascinating," I said. "But that's for later, I think."

"Not if you want me to turn over, hon," said Jane. "This girl likes doggy-style too, as you well know."

I paused in my movement. "Sure?" Jane nodded. "Tammy? Do you want me to fuck your mom from behind?"

"Yes!" she leaned forwards, giving me a quick, hot, kiss. "As long as I can watch you going in!"

I grinned. "That was the idea." I eased out of Jane, and stood, and she turned, kneeling on the couch, leaning on the backrest.

"Okay like this?" she said.

"You know it is, we've done it like this before." I glanced at Tammy. "You'll need to move, sweetheart, if you want to watch."

Tammy grinned and stood beside me, slipping her arm around my waist. "Ready!"

I moved over behind Jane, who grinned back at me over her shoulder, and bent my knees slightly to line up my prick, then slowly pushed forward, marveling again at the way a pussy flexes to accept a stiff prick. Beside me, Tammy was rapt, her eyes on my prick as it moved into her mother, and I let my hips swing back and forth, maximizing the length of the stroke.

"Wow," she murmured. "I gotta have me some of that!"

"It's good, honey," said Jane, "really, really good."

I'd been getting close, and I think it was the strange excitement of having my girl watching me fuck her mother that was bringing me ever closer, but I knew it wasn't going to be long.

"Jane, hon, I'm getting awful close."

"Okay, sweetheart, I'll just give myself a hand." She adjusted her balance, and one hand snaked between her legs, and I felt her fingers as she began to stimulate herself. We'd done this before. I knew it wouldn't be long before we came, and if previous experience was anything to go by, it would probably be a dilly.

I wasn't wrong. It was only a couple of minutes later, a couple of minutes of me thrusting deep into Jane's pussy before I felt it clamp down on me and a tight groan came from her throat, then her pussy was milking my prick as her climax took her. I gave a couple of deep, hard strokes and then I was coming as well, my hips driving me into Jane, even as she was pushing back at me, to get me deeper.

"Oh, my fucking god!" said Tammy. "That is incredible! Your faces, oh wow." She'd been sitting on the couch beside Jane, her hand on Jane's shoulder, while I fucked her mom, her own hand busy between her legs and as Jane and I came down from our high, Tammy's fingers got busier until with a cry of exultation, she came.

For a while, there was only the sound of heavy breathing as we all fought to recover equilibrium. My prick was still in Jane, but only half-hard, and I eased back, out of her, then swung round to sit beside Tammy, who leaned across and kissed me, long, soft, sweet.

"I love you," she said.

I gazed at her, wondering at myself, but there was no doubt in me. "I love you, Tamara Burt." Tammy grinned, and turned to Jane.

"Hear that, Mom? He called me Tamara."

"Why not, sweetheart? After all, it is your name."

Tammy laughed. "Yeah, there is that. Bill?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you could manage once more before we sleep?"

I shrugged. "Dunno, hon. I never tried for four times in a day before. Maybe, maybe not."

"If he can, it's for you, sweetheart," said Jane. "Not that I would say no, of course, but you're only home for a little while and I have the possibility of the rest of the semester, before you come home again."

"Thanks, Mom," said Tammy. She kissed me again. "I'm going to miss your lovely prick, Bill."

I'd been thinking long and hard, and I knew what I had to say. "Tammy, love, try to find a fuck-buddy. Someone you can have fun with, but who will be ready to walk away when the time comes."

"But what about you, sweetheart?"

"Tammy, hon, your mom is my fuck-buddy." I think I surprised her, at least a little.

"Oh. Yes. Of course she is. I'd almost forgotten. Silly, as putting the two of you together was my own idea." She laughed. "How does a gal find a fuck-buddy? Advertise?"

I laughed. "Might work. In my case, a late-night discussion with one of the girls, a very good-looking girl, who was always getting hit on, and always saying no. I asked her why, and she said she didn't want commitment, she wanted good sex without strings. I think she was a little bit drunk, otherwise she might not have been so frank." I chuckled. "Anyway, I volunteered, she liked me enough to say yes, and we had a lot of fun together until we graduated."

Tammy laughed. "I'll bet!" She sobered. "Maybe, Bill, maybe. I'll see how it goes."

"No pressure, hon. Your own decision, but I wanted you to know that I don't have a problem with it."

Tammy stretched across and kissed me. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Beside us, Jane stirred. "I don't know about you two, but I'm going for another swim. It's just coming up to four, I don't feel like cooking or preparing anything, so do you want pizza or Chinese?"

Tammy grinned. "Chinese?" I nodded. "Chinese for us, Mom."

"I'll order a selection for three. For about seven o'clock?"

"Yep," I said. "Seven sounds good." Tammy nodded in agreement.

"Okay, I'll phone it in now. Then it's me for the pool." Absently I admired the pure poetry of a slim, naked woman walking away from me.

"Nice ass," said Tammy, grinning at me as I glanced at her. We both laughed.

"I heard that," said Jane, not looking round, as she went towards the phone.

"Shall we swim, Tammy?"

"Yeah, why not. Come on, lover, let's go. Mom? We'll be in the pool, okay?"

"Okay, baby. See you there."

The rest of the afternoon and evening was relaxed, quiet, for the three of us were comfortable with each other, and the intimacy we'd shared. I found myself idly wondering what anyone outside might think, but there was no way I would be asking anyone. I'm not that kind of fool!

We'd swum for a while, then just crashed in front of the TV for a while, none of us paying much attention. At ten, the three of us went off to bed, but I think we were all more tired than we realized as we fell asleep before anything sexual could happen. I woke briefly during the night, smiling, a naked woman on each side of me, my arm around Tammy, with Jane spooned in behind me. I offered up a brief prayer of thanks to the patron saint of good sex, whoever she is, and drifted off to sleep again.

When I woke, Jane was gone, but Tammy was beside me, smiling. She stretched across and kissed me.

"Good morning, sweetheart. Mom's gone for some breakfast. She said not to show ourselves until you'd made love to me."

"She did, did she? She say why?"

"Because we need time to get to know each other, without any outside influence." Tammy frowned. "She's right, of course. Much as I loved having her beside me when you took my cherry, and then watching the two of you, and believe me, I loved it, we do need to learn about each other."

"Wise woman, your mom." I reached for Tammy and drew her gently towards me, settling her in the crook of my left arm. "So, sweetheart? Any thoughts? Requests?"

Tammy laughed. "Well, so far I've blown you, with Mom's help, you've eaten me, and we fucked missionary style. Do you have any favorite position?"

"All of them!" I laughed at the expression of doubt on her face. "Honest, sweetheart. It's true, they're all good with a willing partner."

Tammy grinned. "I'm willing! So choose one."

"Well, I think you should choose, but since I'm merely an idle male, how about you taking control and riding me?" I laughed. "Although we'll need to do something about getting me completely hard first." It wouldn't take much, I knew.

Tammy grinned. "A little oral stimulation, maybe?"

"Sounds good to me, hon."

"Okay, let me at him!" She kissed me, brief, but a promise, and wriggled around until she was kneeling beside me. She reached out, hesitant, and took me in her hand. I was over half-hard, and I knew it would take very little more for me to be ready for her.

She held my eye as she ran her thumb over the end of my prick, hardening quickly at the pleasurable novelty of having Tammy's hands on me. She grinned as she felt the effect her touch was having.




Tammy's Mom



Later, huh. Yes! "Any preferences?"

"Sorry?"

"Missionary, doggie-style, woman on top?"

"All of them! Missionary, this first time, so if I pass out from excitement I'm already in the recovery position," she said, with a prick-stiffening gurgle of a laugh.

"Um, Jane?"

"Yes?"

"What about precautions?"

Her smile was pure wickedness. "I put my diaphragm in when I undressed."

I laughed. "I never stood a chance, did I?"

"No way. Now we've established that, let's fuck!"

We wriggled around until Jane was on her back, legs spread, shaved pussy showing red and swollen, wet, a trickle of moisture in the crack of her ass. I moved forward, bending to get myself in position, reaching for my erection when she moved my hand out of the way, taking me in cool fingers, and guiding me to her opening. Her very wet opening, and I was inside her almost without realizing it, sinking in a couple of inches, pulling back to spread her lubrication, then pressing forward again, deep into her, until my balls were against her ass.

She groaned, biting my ear. "Fuck, Bill, but that feels good!" She sighed, but it was a happy sigh. "I'd forgotten how good it feels to have a lovely, hot, hard prick in my pussy." She stretched up and kissed me. "Go, baby, fuck me hard. Give me something to tell Tammy."

Well, there was a thought! I began to thrust into her, slow, deep, trying to make it last. I'd learned a little about pacing myself with Lara, although quite often we'd eat each other, sometimes as foreplay, sometimes because that was all we wanted, but I didn't know anything about Jane's responses, other than she was enjoying what we were doing, if the heavy breathing in my ear was any clue. 

She groaned again. "Oh, fuck me, baby," she cried, "fuck me hard!" So I did, driving into her, trying to use the full-length of my cock, a cock that Lara had told me was the biggest of the three she'd had in her. More to the point, and a smug boost to my ego, was her assertion that mine was the one that had made her happiest. I just prayed that the skill I had developed in fucking Lara would stand me in good stead for fucking Jane, because the excitement of the moment was getting to me, and I knew it couldn't be long before I came, and I didn't know if I could hold on until Jane climaxed.

I did, but it was close, damned close. I was just on the point of climax, just about to tell Jane that I couldn't hold on any longer, when she went tense, then cried out, and I felt her pussy clamp down on me as she trembled beneath me in the near-agony of climax, taking me, pushing me, over the precipice of sensation so that I hurtled to my own ecstatic oblivion, my hips driving me into her in blind reflex action while her pussy tried its damnedest to drain my balls.

For a long, long time there was no sound except two pairs of lungs trying urgently to extract oxygen from the air, two hearts pounding, easing slowly as we regained our equilibrium, hips twitching occasionally in reflex as the sensations eased. I pushed myself up, leaning on my elbows, my breathing still ragged as Jane's eyes flickered open, and a smile spread over her face. She stretched up to kiss me, quick, light.

"That was better than I dared to hope, Bill, much better, absolutely wonderful in fact."

"Pretty good for me too, you know."

"I hoped it would be, but remember, I haven't fucked in five years. I'm out of practice."

"Well, it hasn't been five years for me, but I do like the feel of a pussy around me." I laughed. "If you were fuck-fit, Jane, I'm not sure I'd survive!"

She giggled. "Fuck-fit, eh? That's a new one." She stretched up and kissed me again. "You've done this before, haven't you? Did you have someone at college?"

"Yeah, a girl called Lara Svenson. She liked sex, and she wanted it without complications. As she put it, 'I want a fuck-buddy, someone I like, someone I can call friend, and someone I can walk away from when we graduate, with good memories and no regrets'."

"Did it work out like that?"

"Pretty much, yes. We had a great last night together, ate breakfast together, and caught our separate planes home."

"And no regrets?"

I shrugged. "Some. It was nice having a willing partner around, and I'll miss that. I was fond of Lara, and I think she was of me, but we weren't in love." I smiled down at her. "I think I'd better pull out before I fall out." I eased back onto my knees, between her legs, her pussy flushed, moist, slightly open.

She pouted. "I suppose so." The pout turned to a grin. "I hope you want to do this again, Bill, because I do. You've reminded me how much fun good sex can be." The smile faded. "Bill?"

"Yes?"

"That 'fuck-buddy' thing? If you would like to share something like that with me, until Tammy comes home, at least, well, I think I'd rather like that." She looked a little uncertain, and I had no hesitation in answering.

"Jane, I would love that!"

"You're sure?" she still looked uncertain, and I hastened to reassure her.

"Absolutely. You can't offer me paradise and expect me to say no, can you?"

She laughed. "I suppose not, when you put it that way." She swung her legs over and stood. "Stay there. I'll just get a washcloth and we'll clean ourselves up, rest a while."

"And then?"

She scowled. "And then, Bill Evans, we fuck again."

I gestured. "Why the scowl?"

"Because I want you to take this seriously."

I took her hand and squeezed her fingers. "Jane, I may joke, and I may even laugh, during a sexual encounter with a gorgeous and willing partner - yes, that's you, lady - but believe me, I take sex very seriously indeed."

"Delighted to hear it." She stood. "Washcloth."

I nodded. "Washcloth."

She was back straight away, and we wiped ourselves down. Jane discarded the washcloth on the table and lay back down on the exercise mat.

"I'm nicely oiled, so I'm going to lie here and get some sun, and I'm going to think about sex. What about you?"

"I think I'll have another swim, and I'll think about sex."

She laughed. "Good idea! Bill, there's something I was going to ask you, earlier. Remember, I asked you if you were attracted to Tammy. What about me?"

"I'm sorry. What about you?"

"I know you've just had me, but had you ever wanted me before?" She held my eye, and a flush was rising in her cheeks.

I paused for a moment, but nodded. "Yes, all the time, pretty much, since Tammy brought me home that first time. More so when we've been swimming together. You're a very lovely sight in a bikini." I gave her a wry grin. "Even lovelier, naked."

She reached across and squeezed my hand. "Thank you."

I shrugged. "Shouldn't it be me thanking you?"

"Did the thought of making love to me excite you?"

I took a deep breath. "Jane, every time I saw you in a bikini, when I got home I had to jack off, often more than once, before I could get to sleep. Yes, the thought excites me. Present tense, not past. Does, not did." I opened my mouth, I think I was going to ask 'why?', but she put her fingers across my lips and shook her head.

"Don't say anything. Don't ask, because I'm not sure I know myself, but suddenly, with the evidence of that lovely erection, knowing that you found me desirable, I wanted, very much, to make love to you." Another wry smile. "It's been over five years, since well before the divorce. I was too busy being a stay-at-home mom for Tammy, being there when she needed me, to think of dating, but I've always enjoyed sex. I suspect you were trying very hard not to let yourself get an erection, but Bill, I considered that very pretty one you showed to me to be a very nice compliment."

"If you keep talking like this, I'm going to get complimentary again."

She giggled. "Go, have your swim. Think about what you'd like to do next, and I'll do the same." She took my hand and moved it until she could see my watch. "Bill, it's almost three. What time do you have to be home?"

"I don't. Mom and Dad were going to Aunt Jen's for a few days. I'm alone, tonight and tomorow night."

Her face lit up. "Does that mean you can stay tonight?"

Startled, I nodded. "Yes, if you want me to."

She nodded. "I want you to sleep with me. Or maybe stay awake, which is more fun. Okay?"

"You needed to ask? Yes. Yes, please, pretty please with tassels."

"Ooh, baby, we're gonna have fun!"

And we did. But that, as they say, is another story.