"So, Mom, how're things going?"
"Pretty good."
"You and Daddy are doing okay?"
"We're fine."
"Are you, um, doing a lot of cuddling?"
"We cuddle often enough."
"Do you find him any more--ardent--than before?"
"He definitely seems rejuvenated."
"That's probably because you let him go into your butt."
"Jenny!"
"Well, it's a big turn-on for a guy. Lots of gals give their mates the stink-eye if they're faced with that prospect."
"Is that right?"
"You bet."
"I suppose I've gotten used to it."
"So you like it?"
"I didn't say that. I just find it . . . acceptable."
"Good for you. What about swallowing his come?"
"Ugh. I still don't like that."
"Well, I don't either--it tastes awful--but guys really appreciate it when you do it. It makes them feel you're devoted to them."
"Does it, now?"
"Yeah, sure. Guys are so funny: it doesn't take much to wrap them around your little finger. A little butt sex, a little come-swallowing, and their yours for life."
"I see."
"So what are we going to do this week, now that you've asked Jeremy and me to spend spring break with you?"
"Well, here's the thing . . ."
"What is it, Mom?"
"It's a little hard to explain."
"Why? Just come out and say it."
"You know what your father did last year . . . with that little piece of fluff at his office."
"Yeah, of course. But that's ancient history, right?"
"I don't know about that."
"What are you saying? Did he stray again?"
"Not that I know of. But he--looks."
"Oh, Mom, for heaven's sake: men
always
look. It's just something they do. As long as they don't
touch,
what's the big deal?"
"I agree with you there--but, well . . ."
"Mom, just say what you have to say and be done with it. I don't have all day."
"I was just wondering if you . . ."
"If I what?"
Big sigh. "If you wanted to cuddle up with Daddy."
Big silence. Then a grin. "You're telling me you want me to bed down with Daddy?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious? What on earth for?"
"Don't you see, Jenny? It's a way of keeping him from straying. If he has a taste for sweet young things, and he has you to--to--"
"To bang every so often?"
"If you must put it that way. Yes, if he can get his urges out on you, he won't go looking for other girls."
"There's some sense in that. But, Mom, it doesn't freak you out that Daddy would be sleeping with me--on your orders?"
"I'm not ordering anyone! Not you, not him. I'm just suggesting."
"Well, I'm game! I've always found Daddy mighty cute. But you really think he wants me in that way?"
"Um, yes."
"How can you be so sure?"
"He's said some things."
"About me? What has he said?"
"Well, things like, 'Man, we have a lovely daughter, don't we?' or 'She's a hot little item,' or--"
"Daddy called me a hot little item? Really?"
"Yes, really."
"Well, I'll be damned. The old goat!"
"He's not old, and he's not a goat!"
"He's kind of a goat, Mom. Wanting to fuck his own daughter!"
"Jenny, how many times have I told you--"
"Yes, Mom, I know. But I thought that word was particularly appropriate for this occasion."
"All right, maybe it was. But--"
"There's Jeremy to consider."
"Do you think he'd mind?"
"Mom, he
is
my boyfriend. I don't think he likes the thought of having some other guy stuff his cock into me. But I think he'll make an exception for Daddy."
"I'm glad of that."
"But Mom . . . I have a feeling there's some ulterior motive here."
"What can you possibly mean?"
"Here's how I see things. When I snuggle up with Daddy, that would leave you and Jeremy the opportunity to snuggle up too."
"Jenny! I never thought of such a thing!"
"Of course you did, Mom. You've been dying to have Jeremy come here again: he hasn't been in your bed for two months, and you've missed him."
"Well, maybe I have! Is there anything wrong with that?"
"I'd better not say anything."
"Anyway, there's a certain kind of symmetry in the whole situation. You and Dad in one bed, and Jeremy and I in the other."
"Who gets which bed?"
"I don't care."
"I'll be generous and let you stay in the master bedroom with Jeremy. My bed's a queen-size--plenty big enough for me and Daddy."
"So you'll do it?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Tonight?"
"The sooner the better."
"I thought you'd see it my way."
*
"Hi, Mom. Getting breakfast ready?"
"You can see that I am. There are four hungry people in this house."
"That's for sure! In more ways than one."
"Please, dear, no vulgarity."
"Don't you want to know how it went?"
"How what went?"
"My night with Daddy."
"I don't really want to know, dear."
"Of course you do. You're dying to know."
"I'm sure you'll tell me whether I want to hear it or not."
"You betcha! Wanna know how many times he came?"
"How many?"
"Four."
"Are you kidding me? He's
never
come four times with me!"
"Well, I guess I inspired him."
"How exactly did he . . .?"
"Twice in my pussy, once in my ass, and once in my mouth. That was during sixty-nine."
"My goodness."
"Yeah! He was like a garden hose that kept on spurting no matter what you did!"
"Jenny . . ."
"Okay, sorry about the 'vulgarity.' I honestly didn't know Daddy had it in him."
"I feel a little . . . inadequate."
"Oh, Mom, don't trouble yourself. I mean, it's only because Daddy was so pumped up about sleeping with his daughter. Not something that happens every day, you know!"
"I suppose not."
"It was funny: he was real nervous at the beginning. I mean, he came into my bedroom wearing just his underwear--which was already kind of bent out of shape because of his hard-on. Then he slipped into bed next to me, lying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling as if he was just going to go to sleep."
"But of course he didn't go to sleep."
"No way! Not for hours. I kept him busy."
"What did you do?"
"Well, the first thing I did was to whip my nightgown off over my head and let him look at me naked. Man, you should have seen his eyes bulge! Now don't get me wrong, Mom: you're really pretty, but it was just the novelty of seeing his daughter naked that got him going."
"You're beautiful too, dear."
"Thanks. That's exactly what he said: 'Omigod, Jenny, you're so lovely.' How sweet of him! At first he didn't even have the courage to touch me: all he did was gawk at my nudity. I had to take his hand and hold it against one of my breasts, so that he would get the message that it was okay to touch--or do anything else he wanted. He let out a sort of whimper when he felt my boob; but that kind of broke the ice, and then he started pawing me all over."
"Pawing you?"
"Well, maybe that's a crude way of putting it. In fact, he was still kind of tentative, as if he was doing something really naughty--which I guess he was! But pretty soon he got into it, fondling me all over--breasts, back, bottom, thighs, you name it. He really seemed to like my butt."
"I told you, dear--"
"Yeah, I know, he has a butt fetish. But I wanted to get into the action too: I didn't want to just lie there and take what he dished out. So I pushed him down onto his back, peeled that silly pair of briefs off of him, and released that cock of his. You're right: it's not quite as long as Jeremy's but quite a bit thicker. I plunged as much of it into my mouth as I could. It was fabulous! I guess I couldn't help thinking that the stuff that had come out of here and deposited itself into your vagina led to the creation of yours truly! That was a big kick for me. I just ate up that cock--so much so that I thought he might shoot his wad into my mouth. But I could tell he didn't want that."
"No?"
"No, of course not. He wanted to put it inside me."
"Ah, yes. And did he?"
"Yup. Now he pushed
me
onto my back--I guess he wanted to be on top. That's cool: I like that position. Some people think it's submissive, but I know that the girl is still pretty much in charge even lying on her back. It's our desirability that makes us dominant, you see."
"Is that right?"
"You bet it is! Guys will do
anything
to get access to our bodies, so that's how we're on top--figuratively speaking."