The Mother Tracie Deserves Ch 20

HOT SUMMER NIGHT

The night after the 'lemonade incident,' Mackenzie was unsurprisingly sleeping over once again. She had certainly made me very angry and wary that day, but again, teenagers do stupid things sometimes. I would remain alert, but if Tracie wanted her friend to spend the night as she had so often that summer, I wasn't going to make any trouble over it. I went to bed while the girls were watching a movie on the couch.

I did miss my own movie nights with Tracie, cuddling and giggling. But I reminded myself that I was the one who pushed my stepdaughter to shift her attentions to someone else.

It was especially hot and humid that night. The air conditioning couldn't quite get the house comfortable. With that, and my wondering about Mackenzie's pass at me (and whether I had overreacted), I slept lightly at best, occasionally hearing the movie from the family room. The girls must have started a second one, because it was very late.

I laid uncomfortably in the heat, drifting in and out of sleep, until I finally decided to get a cold drink. There was still lemonade in the refrigerator.

Not wanting to disturb the girls, I quietly walked through the house toward the kitchen.

Passing by the family room, I first glanced at the movie, which looked unremarkable. But when I saw what was happening on the couch, my breath stopped.

In the dim light of the TV screen, I saw Tracie kneeling upright, facing sideways toward the armrest - nearly facing me. Bizarrely, a foot stuck up by her head. My daughter was naked, and between her breasts, she was holding onto Mackenzie's raised leg.

I realized Tracie was humping her friend, who was laying flat on the couch. Through the sound of the movie, I heard both girls breathing heavily while Tracie bumped their pelvises together.

The TV glow gleamed in the perspiration on my stepdaughter's torso. She rocked her hips between Mackenzie's legs, grinding their pussies together in a steady rhythm.

I saw Mackenzie's hands gripping the couch cushions, which were bumping from Tracie's thrusts. Mackenzie was whimpering, "Yes. Oh my god, Trace. Like that. Don't stop."

I was stunned by what I was seeing and hearing. My body was rigid, afraid to move. My shock exploded when I realized Tracie's eyes were focused on me!

But she didn't stop what she was doing to Mackenzie - she smiled and kept right on going. If anything, she started moving even more erotically, like she was proud, like she was now performing for me. She seemed glad I was watching.

My skin sizzled with heat, and combined with the humid night, I felt like I might faint on my feet. I watched my daughter's beautiful bare body flex as she humped her pussy into her girlfriend's. Tracie kept looking straight at me. Her eyes never left mine as she caressed her own breast and kissed Mackenzie's ankle.

Mackenzie couldn't see me from her position, and even if I had been in her field of view, she was carried away by what my girl was doing to her. She whimpered, "Oh fuck, Tracie, don't stop. You're gonna make me..."

Tracie looked down to her and doubled her speed. I watched my girl's perfect breasts bounce with her thrusts. When Mackenzie cried out, Tracie shushed her, "Quiet."

My stepdaughter returned her eyes to mine, grunting as she fucked her friend, a faint smile on her face. She looked glad I hadn't moved. I couldn't have. I was mesmerized by the dimly-lit sight of my teenager - her perfect body dancing, shining. Through the hot night air came the fragrance of coconut sun lotion, and the lusty scent of the girls' sex.

My daughter wanted me to watch her having sex with Mackenzie. Her eyes told me that each panting flex of her torso was for me.

My skin burned. The unbearable intensity of Tracie's eyes finally spurred my body into motion. I hurried to the kitchen, pressing my hand over my pounding heart. I grabbed the counter to steady myself and shook my head wildly, trying to shake the image out of my mind.

My heart was thumping, but as quietly as I could, with trembling hands, I got out the lemonade and poured myself a tall glass. That's all I wanted, just a cold drink. I prayed the noise of the movie would keep Mackenzie, at least, from hearing me.

I drank the lemonade down like I needed it to survive, and poured another glass, trying to ignore the sounds of two teenage girls nearing orgasms in the next room.

With my drink, I scurried past the family room - not looking - and rushed down the hall back to my bedroom. While closing my door as silently as I could, I flinched at hearing Mackenzie squeal, "I'm coming!"

For the rest of the night, it was even harder for me to sleep. If I had trouble cooling off before, now it was completely impossible. Visions of Tracie making love to another young woman tormented me until the morning light.

The next day, I was a jumble of emotions. For one, I was embarrassed that I'd been caught watching my stepdaughter humping her girlfriend on the couch. Plus, that girlfriend, Mackenzie, had made a pass at me, and I didn't like a girl like that being with my daughter. I was even annoyed that the girls had gotten all hot and sweaty on my recently-washed cushions. (I didn't want to even think about what other bodily fluids were involved!) But by far, I was most unsettled by how Tracie had locked eyes with me while she had sex with her friend - how she seemed to enjoy me watching her.

I didn't know what to think about it. I pained over whether I should say anything, or if Tracie would. Mackenzie went home early the next morning, and for better or worse, my stepdaughter acted like nothing unusual had happened. So, I took my cue from her, and I was grateful and relieved to forget all about it - as much as I could, anyway.