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My slowly-softening prick was still buried in Anne's pussy, and we were slowly coming down from our mutual high of climax, when she dropped her bombshell.
"Ben," she said, smiling up at me, tendrils of hair clinging to her sweat-damp brow.
"Yeah?"
"Will you do me a favour?"
"Of course."
"Without knowing what it is?" she said, a little surprised, I think.
I sort of shrugged. Difficult, when you're leaning on your elbows so as not to crush the woman you've just shared mind-blowing sex with, and whose pussy is still contracting gently around your prick. "I doubt you'd ask the impossible, Anne, so yes. What is it you want?"
"I want you to take Sue's virginity," she said calmly, an expectant look on her face.
I stared at her, for once in my life rendered speechless. "Say that again?" I managed.
Anne smiled again. "You heard," she said softly.
"I guess I did." I stared at her, perplexed. Anne Benton and I have a very nice fuck-buddy relationship, no strings on either side. Anne's divorced, and she and her daughter Sue live next door. Sue was due to start college the following month. "Why?"
"Ease out, Ben, and I'll tell you. You're almost soft anyway," she added with a chuckle.
I dutifully withdrew from Anne's very talented pussy and lay back beside her. she rolled over and propped herself on an elbow, her breasts moulded against me. "You know Sue's off to college next month?"
"Yes. So?"
"So she and I had the big Mom-daughter chat. I asked her if she'd lost her cherry yet, and she said no. I asked her, when did she plan to lose it, and she said she'd probably come home sometime in the next year or so, a virgin no more, as she put it. What she said gave me an idea, which, unlike some of my ideas, seemed even better when I'd gone over it. Anyway, I asked her if she wanted to lose her cherry in the back seat of a car, with some guy who knew as little as she did, or in bed, in comfort, with a gentle man who cares enough to put his partner first."
"And what did Sue say?" I asked, with a sudden inkling I knew where this conversation was leading.
"To quote my daughter, no contest, Mom, give me the bed and the man who knows what he's doing."
"So?" I said.
"So, I said, how about Ben? He's gentle, caring, and a very good lover."
"Why, thank you, ma'am. And what did Sue say?"
"She said, yes, please, Ben. You know she likes you, I think the idea of you popping her cherry excites her." Anne giggled suddenly, looking at my prick. "It excites you, too!"
"I think it does, but she's not here."
"And I am. Let me at him!" Anne paused. "Ben?"
"Yes, love?"
"I gave Tony the heave. You're my only lover now. After you deflower my daughter, do you think we could maybe manage twice a week? Or more, even?"
"If that decision has anything to do with me," I said, feeling a great content come over me, "then the answer is an unconditional yes!"
"Good," said Anne, taking gentle hold of my stiffening erection. "Come to Mama," she said, as her lips closed over me.
That was last week. Yesterday, when the doorbell rang in the late afternoon, I knew it had to be Sue. I opened the door and, sure enough, there she was. Shorts and a t-shirt, big purse on a shoulder sling.
"Hi, Mr Jacks," she said cheerfully. "I've come to get laid."
I stared at her for a moment, and she flushed a little, but her smile was broad, her eyes bright. "Say that again," I said.
"I've come to get laid. You know. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me, pop my cherry, take my virginity, whatever." I gazed at her for a moment, just enjoying the thought of bedding her. "No buts, Mister Ben Jacks," she said, in a no-nonsense tone.
"I wasn't planning any," I said, smiling. What about your Mom?"
She grinned. "It was her idea, as you already know. She's having a cleaning orgy." Sue rolled her eyes, and I laughed. "Can I come in?" she said.