My Girlfriends Daughter And Mother

My Girlfriend's Daughter and Mother

My girlfriend, Carol, her daughter, Gwen, and her mother, Polly, and I are all exhibitionists.

My girlfriend, Carol, loves flashing her panties to unsuspecting men. Her daughter, Gwen, loves flashing her panties and her naked pussy to me. Her mother, Polly, loves flashing her naked breasts to me. While making my dick flashing appear accidental and unintentional, I love exposing myself to Gwen and Polly.

Never have I been surrounded by women who enjoy exposing themselves to me as much as I enjoy dick flashing them. Taking our flashing to an extreme, I've stripped my girlfriend's daughter naked. She returned the favor and stripped me naked, too. Not stopping there, I stripped Carol's mother, Polly, naked, and she stripped me naked, too. I've not only had sex with Gwen but also, I've had sex with Polly, too.

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My name is Robert. When my wife asked me to leave after being married for 32-years, I was devastated. As much as I didn't understand, my identical, twin, college graduate daughters didn't understand either. Catching me completely off guard, I had no idea that she was seeing someone behind my back. My daughters didn't know that their cheating, whore of a mother was having an extramarital affair.

Forced to leave my home of more than three decades, and leave my friends and my family behind, I didn't know what to do or where to go. Soon to be homeless, I was lost. Yet, with her not giving me the bum's rush, she gave me the time to find another place to live. Fortunately for me, in the age of the internet, I posted my profile on a dating site. A miracle and quite the lucky surprise, I connected with someone who lived in East Hampton, Massachusetts, only 100 miles west from my Boston address.

Surprisingly, as if we were contestants on the Love is Blind reality show, we hit it off online immediately without even having seen a photo of one another. We wrote back and forth and talked on the phone for several weeks. We had so much in common that, blessed to have a second chance at love, I couldn't believe my luck. I needed to meet her. At that point, I didn't care what she looked like, I was falling in love from all that she wrote in her emails and all that she said over the phone.

As if we were horny teenagers, a more than pleasurable experience, we spent hours writing and talking on the phone. Every day when I returned home from work, I couldn't wait to check my phone messages and open my email. Sure enough, I had messages from my new beloved. Then, she sent me a photo of her fully dressed. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was so shapely.

"You're so beautiful," I said. "I can't wait to meet you in person, Carol."

Then, I sent a photo of myself fully dressed, too.

"You're so handsome," she said. "I can't wait to meet you in person, Robert."

# # #

Love at first sight, a woman that I truly could fall in love with, my girlfriend, Carol, is beautiful. She's five-foot-five inches tall, naturally blonde with big, beautiful, blue eyes, and a pretty face. She weighs a slim and shapely 120 pounds. Because of her shapely figure, they used to call her the body when she was in college. Even thirty-years later, with her still in shape, she still has the body of an athlete or a dancer.

Not believing it if I didn't know her real age, she doesn't look like she is a fifty-two-year-old age. Looking younger, more like forty-something than fifty-something, she looks 10-years younger than her age. With me never an ass man but always a breast man, I love her C cup breasts as much as I love her round, firm, tight ass.

Yet, the only fly in the ointment, and a bright, red flag of a warning sign, something that made me question her choices, her values, and her morals, she was married three times. She has two daughters, Gwen, and Gail, from her first two marriages. Gwen is 28-years-old and 5' 8" tall. Gail is 24-years-old and 5' 4" tall. Both women have dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her daughters are as beautiful and shapely as their mother.

As nervous as I was excited, the first time that I met her, I drove out to East Hampton. We had dinner and, once back at her place, a house that she was renting, we had a few drinks. Then, when I was getting ready to leave, not expecting her to ask me what she asked me, she surprised me by what she asked me out of the clear blue.

"Would you like me to suck you," she asked?

Stunned, lost for words, I couldn't answer her. Certainly, things have changed since I've dated a woman more than thirty-years ago. Back then, I'd be lucky to make it to first base. I'd never expect a blowjob until married and on my honeymoon.

"I'll blow you, if you'd like me to do, Robert," she said.

Dumbfounded, I couldn't speak. I just stared at her with my eyes bulging out of my head, my mouth, hanging open, and my erect prick trying to push its way out of my jeans. I've never had a woman ask me if I wanted her to blow me.

"I love sucking cock," she said, giving me a demure look. "It's been a while since I've had a prick in my mouth," she said. "Please don't think less of me, but I love giving blowjobs."

She paused to look at me with sexual arousal. I stared at her while thinking that I found the perfect woman. I imagined her asking me if I needed anything before she went to work, to the mall, or to go out with her friends.

'Before you go to work, to the mall, or out with your friends, blow me,' I imagined saying to her.

With her never saying no but indulging me every time, I imagined her moving to her knees in front of me, unzipping me, removing my prick from my jeans, and stroking me before taking me in her mouth.

"You may even cum in my mouth and I'll swallow your cum," she said, sweetening her offer.

As if she needed to say that to convince me, I was already on the same page when she asked me if I wanted her to suck me.

# # #

I couldn't believe that this beautiful woman asked me such a question on our first date. Clearly, out of touch, in my day of dating, unless she was a whore or a hooker, a woman never asked a man if he wanted her to suck him. Many women back then, didn't suck cock, and those that did, would never allow a man to cum in their mouths and swallow their cum. Clearly, with me winning the trifecta of blowjobs, she not only wanted to suck me but also, she wanted me to cum in her mouth and swallow my cum.

'What? Would I like her to suck me? Is the Pope Jewish? Duh, of course, I'd love Carol to blow me,' I thought. 'I'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth. I'd love to watch her swallow my cum.'

Stunned, I couldn't believe she asked if I wanted her to blow me. Seriously, who would say no to receiving a blowjob especially from someone who looked like her. Of course, being the gentleman that I am, with her loving to give blowjobs, how could I deny her the pleasure of blowing me? It's the least that I could do to make her happy. I agreed for her to suck my cock.

"I would love for you to suck me," I said.

I made myself comfortable on the couch while she knelt in front of me, a position that I looked forward to seeing. I unbuttoned, unzipped, and pulled down my jeans as if they were on fire. Then, with a drumroll going off in my head, while I sat with my legs spread wide open, she pulled down my underwear.

"Oh, you have a nice, big dick. I like that," she said.

She smiled up at me.

"May I fondle your naked breasts and finger your nipples while you suck me," I asked?

She smiled at me again. Then, she removed her nightgown straps from her shoulders and removed her arms from her nightgown straps. She pushed the bodice of her nightgown down to her waist to expose her naked breasts. She stared down at her big tits before looking up at me.

"I love having my breast fondled and my nipples fingered while sucking cock," she said.

# # #

She stared at my cock as if she had never seen a naked prick before. Then while fondling the head of my prick, she touched it with her fingers. Finally, she reached out her soft and warm hand and wrapped her manicured fingers around it and slowly stroked me.

Clearly, she liked the size of my big and wide dick. Teasing me with her blue eyes, she stared up at me while slowly stroking my prick. Then, as I was having a sexual fantasy, she leaned forward to take me in the warm and wet mouth while staring up at me.

Definitely, this woman knew how to stroke cock. She gave me the best hand job that I ever had. If that wasn't enough, she knew how to suck cock. She gave me the best blowjob that I ever had.

While I fondled her breasts and pinched, pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples, determined for me to cum in her beautiful mouth, she stroked me faster. She stroked me harder. She sucked me deeper. Then, she removed my stiff prick from her mouth to speak while staring up at me and smiling.

"Cum, Robert. Cum. Cum in my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you," she said. "Fill my mouth with your cum."

Obediently obeying her, as soon as she told me to cum in her mouth, I was nearly ready to cum. Then, something that no one has ever done to me, when she gently cupped my testicles in her hand that was it for me. I put a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head.

I humped her mouth. I fucked her face. Then, I ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth. Instead of spitting, she swallowed.

Then, while smiling, she continued stroking my cock. She licked me clean. Then, she kissed my erect prick.

My perfect woman, never have I had such an incredible blowjob as when Carol sucked my cock. With her quite the talented cocksucker, I could tell that she enjoyed sucking cock. She not only allowed me to cum in her mouth but also, she swallowed my cum.

I couldn't wait to be with her. I couldn't wait to sleep with her in the same bed. I couldn't wait to make love to her every night, fuck her every morning, and give one another oral sex in between.

I wanted her. I was falling in love with her. With her wanting me as much as I wanted her, I moved in to live with her the following week.

# # #

A pleasant surprise, beauty runs in her family. Having not met her yet, I've seen pictures of her younger daughter, Gail. She lives out in Sarasota, California. She's as beautiful and as sexy and shapely as her mother. Then, as soon as I met her 28-year-old daughter, Gwen, who lived close by, all that I could do was stare.

'Wow,' she's hot, I thought. 'She's a taller version of Carol and with bigger breasts.'

Whenever Gwen stayed over, something so unexpected for her to do, she'd walk around the house in her short, sheer, and sexy, low-cut night-gown without having the modesty to wear a robe. With me staring, every time she walked by the TV, stood by the bay window, or opened the refrigerator door without turning on the kitchen light, I could see through her nightgown as if she was naked. Every time she greeted my dog, she'd squat down to his level with her knees parted wide to show me her naked, brown, trimmed pussy.

'I can't believe I'm seeing the naked pussy of my girlfriend's daughter,' I thought.

Unable to remove my eyes from her naked pussy, I stared at all that I was seeing and all that she was showing. With her not noticing that I was looking or not caring that I was staring, I not only looked but I stared. I couldn't believe that I was seeing Gwen's cunt.

When she wasn't unintentionally flashing me her naked pussy, she flashed me her white panties. Oddly enough, I found it more sexually exciting to see her panties than to see her naked pussy. Whether sitting across from with her knees parted or squatting down in front of me with the dog, I stared at her white, sheer panties. I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her patch of brown, trimmed pubic hair that I could see through her panties.

Then, when she leaned forward to pour herself coffee, butter her toast, or put cream cheese on her bagel, I stared at all that I could see down her low-cut nightgown. I stared at the tops of her bulbous and jiggling braless, D cup breasts. I stared at her long line of sexy cleavage. Then, when she leaned lower to pet the dog, the top of her nightgown fell open with her. I stared at all that I could see of the size and the shape of her naked breasts as well as her areolas and her erect nipples.

Every morning, Gwen gave me quite the flashing show. Then, after her mother left for work, and we were alone together, she continued flashing me. I loved seeing as much of Gwen's naked breasts as much as I loved seeing her naked pussy and her panties. Suffice to say, if my girlfriend wasn't sexy enough, her daughter was incredibly sexy, too.

With her giving me an erection, daring myself to do so and horny enough to do it, giving me something more to masturbate over, later I returned the favor of her daughter flashing me with me flashing her. While wearing my bathrobe with nothing underneath, when Carol left for work, I deliberately flashed Gwen my naked cock while making my flashes appear accidental. In the way that I not only looked but stared at all that I was seeing and all that she was showing, she not only looked at my erect, naked prick but also, she stared at my big dick.

She'd sit on the couch and I'd sit across from her in the reclining chair with my legs bent and parted open enough for her to see beneath my bathrobe. I'd sit on the floor in front of her while she sat on the couch when we played chess or cards. In the way that she gave me a constant and continual up nightgown view of her naked pussy, I gave her a constant and continual view of my naked prick.

# # #

Then, one day, out of the blue, in the way that Carol surprised me by asking me if I wanted her to suck me, Gwen surprised me, too. As if she was Donna Douglas as Elly May Clampett of the Beverly Hillbillies and I was Max Baer, Jr. as Jethro Bodine, and she asked Jethro if he wanted to 'rastle,' she stunned me with what she asked me. With my eyes bulging out of my head and my mouth hanging open, I looked at her stunned.

"Would you like to wrestle," she asked?

She let out a little laugh while giving me a sexy smile and a naughty look.

'What? I couldn't believe what she asked me. Would I like to wrestle? In the way that her mother asked me if I wanted her to suck me, with no woman ever asking me that, Gwen asked me if I wanted to wrestle.'

No woman has ever asked me if I'd want to wrestle. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I didn't know how to respond to that. If I wrestled her, especially with her in her nightgown and me in my bathrobe, we'd soon be naked. I'd not only be touching and feeling her everywhere but also, she'd be flashing me her naked body. I'd not only be touching and feeling her everywhere but also, I'd be flashing her my naked body, too.'

"My boyfriend and I used to wrestle. Wrestling was fun. I miss wrestling," she said.

She looked at me and smiled.

"I wrestled all of his friends, too. I beat some of them, too. His friends like wrestling with me," she said.

'I bet they did, especially if she was wearing a short skirt and a low-cut blouse, what horny, young man wouldn't want to wrestle her,' I thought. 'They'd wrestle her just to pin her and mount her. I'd love nothing better than to body slam her,' I thought.

I looked at her dumbfounded. Only, if I wrestled her in her nightgown and she wrestled me in my bathrobe, no doubt about it, we'd soon be naked. Not wanting to have regrets by missing this sexual opportunity to see Gwen naked and for her to see me naked, I eagerly agreed to wrestle her.

"Sure, as long as you don't tell your mother that we wrestled. She may not like the idea that I wrestled her daughter in her nightgown while she wrestled me in my bathrobe," I said with a dirty laugh. "I promise not to hurt you."

She laughed, too. Then, she shrugged.

"Give it your best shot," she said. "My boyfriend taught me some moves."

# # #

Clearing the floor in readiness to wrestle, we moved everything out of our way. Then, as if we were Roman Greco combatants, we faced each other on our hands and knees. With my bathrobe already open to my waist, and her nightgown top dangling open, we both took our positions on the floor. With her naked breasts and erect nipples, clearly visible, she already gave me the best nightgown view of her naked breasts that she had ever given me. She stared at my naked prick in the way that I stared at her naked breasts.

Then, catching me by surprise, she attacked me. She leapt on me, pinned me to the floor, and mounted me. Then, when she sat on me, I could feel her wet pussy against my erect cock. With her leaning over me while pinning my wrists to the floor, she continually gave me a down nightgown view of her naked breasts. If I dare to roll her over, with my cock already fully erected, and with a gentle hump, I'd be inside of her.

I wondered how many men she wrestled while wearing her nightgown. I wondered how many men she had sex with while wrestling them. Clearly, as much as my girlfriend was an exhibitionist whore, her daughter was an exhibitionist whore, too.

Unable to control myself, while eager to be on top of her, I rolled her over and got on top of her. In the way that she pinned me to the floor, I pinned her to the floor. Then, surprising me, like mother, like daughter, she reached her warm and soft hand down and cupped my naked testicles in her hand.

"If you don't let me up, I'll squeeze," she said with a laugh.

I moved off of her but as soon as she moved to her knees, taking her by surprise, I pulled her nightgown up over her head and laughed. Then, I tied her nightgown in a knot over her head. I stripped Gwen naked. While she struggled to get loose, I stared at her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass.

She continued struggling to get loose and, finally, she did. Then, with her laughing, she returned the favor of me stripping her naked by stripping me naked. She pushed me back down on the floor and pulled open my bathrobe.

Surprising me and giving me something that I'll be masturbating over for the rest of my horny life, she took my erect prick in her hand and slowly stroked me. My girlfriend's daughter, Gwen, was masturbating me. She was stroking my erect cock.

"Someone is sexually excited," she said with a laugh. "I like your big dick, Robert," she said, staring down at my erect cock.

I made a face and rolled my eyes.

"How could I not be sexually excited? Look at you. If you weren't beautiful before, you're even more beautiful now that you're naked," I said.

# # #

Again, she surprised me with what she said next.

"Do you want to fuck me," she asked while reaching down to cup my testicles in her hand again? "With the stiffness of your erection, I bet that you do," she said with a laugh.

Reluctantly, unbelievably, and regrettably, I shook my head no.

"I can't do that to your mother. I can't have sex with her daughter. As much as I'd love to fuck you, Gwen, that would be wrong. She'd never forgive me," I said.

She laughed. Then, she said the magic words.

"I won't tell my mother if you don't tell your girlfriend that you fucked her daughter," she said with a laugh.

Not waiting for me to answer she leaned forward and took me in her mouth. She stroked me while sucking me. As good of a cocksucker as her mother, my girlfriend's adult daughter was blowing me. I couldn't believe that Gwen was stroking my prick while sucking my prick.

Then, as soon as I was bigger and harder, she removed me from her mouth and she mounted me. She reached down between my legs and moved my cock to her swollen pussy lips and humped me. My erect prick was inside of the warm and wet pussy of my girlfriend's daughter. I couldn't believe that I was having forbidden sex with Gwen.