"Mom, what the fuck?! No. Suppose I say yes to this. Am I just supposed to walk in and say, 'Hey, Dad, give me your cum' and what, have him hand me a glass of it?"
"Amy, baby, you leave the "how" to me, o.k.? Maybe just think about it for a day or so, that's all. I don't want you learning from anyone who doesn't have your own best interests at heart, o.k.?"
Jill noticed a change in Amy in the days that followed. A closeness to her father, maybe. Maybe even a hint of affection that wasn't there before. She figured, an 18 year old was struggling with her sexuality was considering how to unlock it, and using Oedipus as a guide, knew that an easy doorway might be through her father. It was Friday night. She saw Amy kiss her Dad on the cheek before leaving on her date with Scott, and though it wasn't inappropriate, it was a bit more intense than she had usually given. Jill thought she might be on the right track here.
"Home at 11, young lady. Scott" Jill remarked as they parted at the doorway.
Jim, knowing the house was empty of kids, was quick to uncork some wine, and marching up the stairs to the family room, they snuggled in to a movie. Later in the evening, engrossed in the R-rated flick, the door closed to a heroine pulling her shirt above her head and advancing towards the hero, Jim spoke. "Umm, honey, you remember our conversation?"
Jill's head was elsewhere, but oh, yes, she knew. "mmm-hmm, yeah."
"Well, I was just, you know, wondering."
"About what?" Jill was smiling, having turned to face him. She in her shorts and a loose tank-top, her ample C cups contained, but just so. Him in his summer shorts and tank-top. She set the popcorn down, and moved to wrap her hands around his neck from his left side.
"Ah, well, you know. Stuff." Jim paused. He was unsure, but Jill saw him shift slightly with the erotic scene, adjusting his slightly swollen member for comfort. "I mean, has she called you or something?"
Jill kissed him, lightly, and glanced at the clock. 10:45. Perfect. "Or something, darling." She leaned into his left ear "Do you trust me?"
"Well, yes. Of course I do, but.." Jill cut him off, shutting off the TV, plunging the already dark room into nearly complete darkness. "I want you to relax, o.k., and just enjoy." Jill mounted him, and lifted his shirt off in one neat tug. Her knees slipped to the floor, and her hands pulled his shorts down, freeing his quickly-thickening rod into her hands. Another step up, and Jill's shorts were also down, and she was planted firmly on the length of his shaft, her wetness already pressing out around both cuntal lips as she lubricated him from balls to tip.
Jill's lips were in his right ear now. "Do you remember how she begged for your cum, dear husband of mine." Jim's shaft ached with the memory of Sheila on her knees as his hands pulled her ass into each thrust. He remembered Jill kissing him from his left side, her own left hand wrapped firmly into Sheila's hair, yanking her head back, as her right hand spread her left ass-cheek open for him to see. Sheila was panting her chorus "Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me." Jim's balls squeezed tight with the memory, and a dollop of precum oozed out his head as Jill stroked up his length. "Oh, Jilly. Fuck."
"Well, I need a favor now, Dear. Someone else I know wants to taste your cum, and I think you need to be a good boy and let her, o.k.?" Jim mouth opened to speak, but her right finger crossed it vertically "You said you'd trust me, Jim. No speaking. Hang on."
Jill left her naked husband splayed out on the coach, his knees spread slightly to each side as he reclined, panting. Moments later, she returned with a dark, winter scarf, and creeping up behind him "promise me you won't remove this, no matter what, o.k.?" Jim nodded his assent, as his cock drooled precum above his pubes, just below his belly-button.
Jill heard the door open downstairs "Oh, good, she's here, honey. Hang on." Jim let his head fall back on the cushion top, and Jill moved down the steps in a robe.
Amy entered the door, and Jill could see Scott driving away. Perfect. In a whisper, she met her, but before she could speak, Jill shushed her, and took her hand into the kitchen. "It's now or never, Amy. If you want a taste, I can get you one." Amy was dressed in a medium-length black gown, up to her neck, but elegant, and she didn't speak a word. Her lips were painted a light red lipstick, with sparkly, dangling earrings, and sensible shoes. It would be hard to describe her breasts, since they had been covered tightly since she was 12, and honestly, neither mother nor father could say what they might actually look like, other than that they were maybe a large B cup, if not a small C.
Amy nodded. Jill led on "o.k., then into your room, dress in what I've left on your bed, and don't forget the perfume there as well." Be up here in 5 minutes. Jill figured that Amy would have time to chicken-out if needed, but in any case, it was now here decision if this actually moved forward.
Jill ascended the steps to her husband, now only slightly less engorged, and crawling on her knees, whispered "She's hear, honey. Are you ready?" True to his good form, Jim's erection, perched on his abdomen pulsed, and began to refill. Moments later, soft footsteps ascended the steps, and Amy looked over the rail.
Dressed in a short satin top, Jill had left a note "no bra", and atop Amy's C cups areola's were snow-cone capped nipples straining against the seemingly endless ministrations of the silky fabric. This was no accident, this was by design. The silky panties stretched tightly against her mound, with the G-string back embedded firmly into the crevice of her ass cheeks. Amy was clearly uncomfortable in this outfit. Her black, hair hung straight just past her shoulders, and as she approached, Jill could smell the "Black Diamonds" perfume she had purchased earlier. Subterfuge, meant to mask Jim's daughter's smell from his knowing nose.
Jill pointed at the couch, to the right of Jim, and mouthed the word "sit". Amy did, staring intently at her father's sizeable 8", drooling it's precum onto his abdomen.
Jill proceeded "Oh, Baby, she's here now. Reach out and touch her." As Jill perched above Jim's erection again, lowering her drenched lips onto the veiny shaft, Jim reached out and found Amy's left leg. Jill progressed with the sexual act of stroking him with her labia, and Jim's hand smoothed up and down Amy's leg, unknowingly, with each stroke approaching the bottom of her shirt where it met her thigh, and Amy's own heaven lay waiting.
"Oh, my God" Amy whispered forth, and Jill's eyes met hers and "shooshed" her as she lifted herself above Jim and slowly sank onto his length. Jim's right hand clenched Amy's thigh, gripping into the soft flesh, causing Amy to shift, slowly spreading her own legs. She was becoming aroused, and her skin flushed red. Her nipples strained more; such a new, intense feeling.
"Oh, my, Baby" Jill whispered in the dark to no one in particular "so close already?" Jim groaned. "Don't hold back, o.k., just enjoy." Jill lifted herself off Jim's cock, now straining against the expanding blood flow, and moved to his left side on the coach on her knees, her breasts nearly level with his mouth. "She says she wants to taste your cum, sweety. Here. Put your head here." And Jill motioned to Amy to rest her head on her father's abdomen, just above his pubes, as Jill's left hand was stroking his length, keeping him firm.
Amy lifted herself off the couch, kneeling on her left knee, and breathing rapidly, rest her head down. Jim's left hand wrapped around Jill's waiste, and his right hand landed on Amy's shoulder, smoothing the silk shirt over her waist, ending on her right ass cheek. "Doesn't she feel good, hon?" Jill whispered into Jim's left ear, and his right hand lowered over Amy's ass cheek, gripping the flesh, his ring finger pushing into the crack of her ass. It was Amy's turn to coo, slightly, with the unfamiliar, yet erotic feel of having her erogenous zones probed.
Jill's left hand began a purposeful stroke of Jim's rod, and lifting it slightly, pointed it at Amy's mouth, though still closed. Her eyes were glued on the erotic sight, and as her right hand lifted, she found it resting on her father's right thigh. Jim's balls pursed in their sac, and Jill stroked down to relieve some of the building pressure, pressing them away from his root, causing the shaft to lift in the air. Amy's eyes followed the sexual sight, and she became aware of the heat and moisture building in her own womanly depths.
"Oh, Baby, he has such a good load for you." Jill's eyes were glossed over. So were Amy's. Never did this prim and proper daughter believe she would be so close to her own father's cock, or having it stroked for her by her mother with the intention of delivering his cum into Amy's mouth. Her pussy finally quivered, and Amy's right leg shifted forward to accommodate the feeling better.
Jim's hand, so close there, slipped forward as well, and the tips of his fingers found her wet hole, dipping slightly into them. Amy blurted out in a staccato whisper "OH MY GOD", but no one could know it was her. Jill guided Amy's right hand off her father's thigh, and placed it under his balls, starting the gentle squeeze for Amy so she could follow suit.
Jim's fingers were teasing the wetness through Amy's clit, inflamed and protruding, as her quivering became a shake. Amy was cumming. Her gush of fluids caught in Jim's fingertips, he paused to let her catch her breath, and brought them to him mouth, tasting the musky, woman-laded essence of Amy's cum. Amy's body was still rocking. Her eyes were closed, and she could smell her father's musk, her cheeks rubbing in the stickiness of his precum just above his pubes. Her right hand contracted slightly around Jim's balls, tripping the trigger at last.
