"Mom? Susan?"
As soon as she called out for her mother and for Susan, she looked back to Tommy to see if she had awakened him. Only, instead of looking away once looking back at him again, as if she was mesmerized by his growing erection and hypnotize by his throbbing, big dick, she continued staring at his erecting penis. When he didn't open his eyes, she called out for her mother and for Susan louder.
"Mom? Susan?"
It was such a small place, barely 600 square feet, if they were anywhere, they'd be in the kitchenette, in the bathroom, or out on the balcony. Instead of walking out to the balcony to enjoy the view and to see if her mother and Susan were sitting out there, she seemingly preferred the view inside and the view she was seeing now. If her mother was out there with Susan, perhaps she had seen this naked man too. Perhaps, instead of going shopping at the mall, they just had a threesome. Perhaps, embarrassed that she was unexpectedly there, her mother and Susan were hiding and pretending they were home.
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As if he was Burt Reynolds posing for a Playgirl cover, with his semi-erect, naked cock shamelessly on display, Tommy was prominently prone upon Susan's bed naked. Ready for whomever it was entering her apartment, he heard someone climbing the stairs, before hearing footsteps in the front hall. He knew that Susan had gone to the mall with her best friend, Jennifer. Being that no one ever climbed four flights of stairs but for Susan, Jennifer, and him, he figured that Susan was coming home with Jennifer. In the way he was sexually attracted to Susan when he first met her, he was sexually attracted to Jennifer when he first met her too. With him wanting to expose his erection to Susan's best friend, he had been stroking himself to an erection in anticipation of them opening the front door.
Then, when he heard someone call for Susan and then for Mom, he wondered if Susan had a daughter. Debating if he should cover his nakedness or not, with Susan 43-years-old, chances are her daughter wasn't a minor but over 18-years-old. In the way he was ready to expose himself to Susan's daughter, if that's who it was at her front door, he'd never exposed himself to a minor. He may be a lot of things but he wasn't a pedophile.
Maybe it wasn't Susan's daughter but Jennifer's daughter. Being that she was the same age as Susan, he knew that her daughter wouldn't be a minor but an adult too. In the way he'd love to expose his cock to Jennifer, without having even meeting her or seeing her, he'd love to expose his cock to Jennifer's daughter too. Not expecting her to react to seeing his naked prick with much more than shock and revulsion, it would be fun so flash some 18-year-old woman what may be her first cock.
Obviously, under the pretense that he was there waiting for Susan to return home as her naked surprise, he had an ulterior motive. He wanted to expose himself to Jennifer too while playing Mickey the Dunce by acting as if he thought Susan would be coming home alone. With Jennifer an attractive woman also, no doubt Tommy fantasized over having sex with Susan's best friend in the way he would later fantasize over having sex with Susan's mother. No doubt, if he had his druthers, he'd love to have sex with Susan and with her best friend at the same time and in the same bed.
Incorrigible in his horniness and in his sexual lust for women, only, he never expected for Jennifer's daughter, Christine, to be at the door. Just as Christine was surprised to see Tommy naked, he was surprised to see Jennifer's young, attractive daughter standing there staring at him as if she had never seen a cock before. Now, that he had exposed his cock to Jennifer's daughter, in the way that he'd love to have sex with her mother, he'd love to have sex with her too. How hot would that be to have sex with mother and daughter in the same bed, as hot as having sex with Susan and her mother in the same bed?
'Wow!'
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With Christine standing at the foot of the bed staring at Tommy's cock, he remained silently still while pretending he was sleeping. Staring at her through the slits of his mostly closed eyes, she was so young. She was so pretty. She was so sexy.
Ruling out that she was Susan's daughter while remembering that she didn't have children, she looked too much like Jennifer not to be her daughter. A younger version and a carbon copy of her attractive mother, albeit without Jennifer's big tits, in the way he wouldn't mind having sex with her mother, he wouldn't mind having sex with her daughter too. He always wanted to have sex with a mother and daughter, separately or both at the same time. With Susan telling him that her mother was a whore, even though he never met her mother, he sometimes sexually fantasized of having sex with Susan and with her mother in the same bed. Having seen old photos of her, she was a fine looking woman with breasts as big as Susan's big breasts.
Christine continued staring at Tommy's cock as if his naked body was her gift from God. Christine continued staring at Tommy's big prick as if she had never seen a man's naked prick before. Christine continued staring at Tommy's naked body with lust and with sexual passion in the way that Tommy stared at most women when undressing them with his eyes. Only, with Christine not having to undress Tommy with her eyes, he was already naked. Wanting to surprise her, shock her, and embarrass her, Tommy opened his eyes.
"Hi," said Tommy popping open his eyes to catch her staring. While making no attempt to cover his nakedness with his hand or to conceal his nakedness with the sheet, he stared back at her in the way she was staring at him. "Who are you?"
She was pretty, so very pretty. Tall and shapely thing with dark, shoulder length hair and big, blue eyes with red, full lips, in the way that Tommy looked so very much like Brad Pitt, Christine looked like a much younger version of Angelina Jolie but without the big tits. Seemingly with him returning her stare, Tommy was instantly and sexually attracted to Christine. Shameless in his immoral and immodest exhibitionism of himself, instead of covering his nakedness with the sheet or even with his hand, when he moved his hand to his penis, Christine's eyes followed.
Instead of covering his nakedness with his hand, just the opposite, he started touching himself, actually playing with himself. Seemingly having never seen a man touch himself before, Christine watched him touch himself. She watched him holding himself and fondling himself. As if fascinated watching a man play with himself, she watched him fondle the head of his prick with his fingertips. The more he touched himself, the more she stared at him touching himself.
As if teasing her and sexually seducing her, he brazenly fondled the head of his cock while staring up at Christine and while she stared at his cock that continued to grow bigger and harder. With her giving him an audience of one, his cock throbbed and pulsated in his anticipation of him having sex with her. Just as he shamelessly masturbated himself in front of her, she shamelessly stared at his cock growing bigger and harder.
As soon as he was semi-hard, putting on quite the masturbation show, he collected his prick in his hand and started stroking himself faster and harder in front of her. As if he was intent to cum in front of her, with her still staring at his big prick, he was now giving her something even more to see. With her staring at him before, Christine was even more engrossed watching him masturbate himself now. Still staring at his big, hard, hairy, erect prick, she never removed her eyes from his cock, especially as his cock suddenly twitched, pulsated, and grew bigger and harder in his hand. Then, once he was hard and fully erect, obviously not wanting to cum, he stopped stroking himself. As soon as he stopped stroking himself, as if breaking the spell his cock had over her, she stopped staring at his big prick and was finally able to speak.
"I'm Christine, Jennifer's daughter," she said walking closer and talking to Tommy's cock instead of to Tommy.
He let go of his cock to shake her hand. Instead of recoiling and refusing to shake the hand that held his cock, if he had offered her his cock to shake, he wondered if she would have shaken his big cock instead of shaking his hand. As if his big prick was a microphone, seemingly she looked like she wanted to take his cock in her hand and speak into the mike. Tommy looked at her in the way that any naked, forty-something-year-old man would look at any attractive, 20-year-old woman. He looked at her with lustful desire. He looked at her with horniness. He looked at her as if he was a lecher, a predator, and/or a vampire and she was his next, intended victim.
"If you don't mind me asking, how old are you?"
Tommy stared at her in the way Christine stared at him.
"I'm old enough," she said with attitude.
With her hair continually covering one of her eyes and giving the illusion that one eye was larger than the other, she looked at him as if she was peeping on him through a hole in a fence. As if she was getting ready to take his stiff prick in her mouth and suck it, she flipped back her long, brown hair with a toss of her pretty head. Then, she stuck out her chest as if proud to tell him that she was a woman and no longer a girl.
