The Adventures of a Slut Mommie 13: Daddy Knows Best Part 1.
Hello readers, welcome back to my adventures. If you remember, we parted after my date with Freddy Singleton ended in his uncleaned apartment. I demanded that he took me home but forgave him enough to suggest he made it up to me the following day. When I got home, my son Johnny took me to task for adding three more lovers, my friends Patty, Maggie, and Allie. After he'd finished disciplining me, Patty, my son, my girls, and I spent the night making love. That's where I take up my story.
Looking back through my story, it seems as though I begin almost every chapter mentioning my recalcitrant bladder. So let's assume, as a given, that happened, and I was in the kitchen wearing only my shorty silk robe sometime after that daily event.
Jennifer was the first to join me in the kitchen on Wednesday morning. My robe, unnoticed by me, had ridden up, and my voluptuous bottom showed above the stool. Jennifer caressed my welts as she snuggled into my back. Her firm C-cups pressed against my back as her right hand slid inside my robe and cupped my heavy left breast globe.
"Morning, Momma," she hummed as she kissed along my shoulder.
Turning to face her, I kissed her sexy lips and asked, "What's with everyone suddenly calling my Momma?"
"What do you mean?" Jennifer asked innocently.
"First, Freddy. Now you. Are you telling me that I'm getting old?"
"Heavens, no!" Jennifer averred. "It's just that Katie doesn't really describe our relationship to you, and Miss Katie is only used when you're teaching us. Plus, you growl at us when we call you Mrs Muggleton. So, we decided to call you Momma because that's how you are to us. Our big, bad Momma, who is teaching us how to be better people."
"So now I'm getting fat as well as old?" I teased. She looked confused, so I explained, "You called me Momma—old. Now you're saying I'm big—fat."
Trying to look serious but given away by the ever-present twinkle in her eye, Jennifer replied, "Well, Momma, we've all been too scared to say something, but ..."
"You're not so big that I can't put you over my knee and spank you," I reminded her.
Immediately leaning over my thighs, Jennifer flipped her skirt up, revealing the tiniest thong you can imagine, and said, "Oh, Momma, would you? Please?"
Laughing, I pulled the 'string' from between her ass cheeks and caressed her clitty. Jennifer moaned and parted her luscious thighs, so I slid my middle finger into her pussy and slowly stroked it in and out. My first and third fingers stroked Jennifer's clitoris as I did.
"Can any of us get some of that?" Patty asked as she wandered into the kitchen.
"Sure," I replied, deliberately misunderstanding. "I made a pot of coffee. It's on the warmer. Help yourself."
Giggling, Jennifer stood and welcomed Patty to the kitchen by pressing her voluptuous body to the taller woman's and then kissing her passionately before casually groping Patty's barely covered ass. Patty returned the kiss as she fingered Jennifer's vulva.
"Oi, slut!" Charmaine jokingly snapped from the doorway. "That's my older bitch you're groping!" She pressed her nightie-covered breasts against Pattie's back and joined the hug.
I sighed loudly and theatrically put the back of my wrist against my forehead. "Thrown over for a skinnier model," I joked. "Whatever shall I do?"
"Hah!" Jennifer playfully responded. "You're not the one that petite witch called bitch!"
"Oh!" Patty, who gasped almost as theatrically as I had, responded. "That means Charmaine called me 'slut'! Whatever shall I do?"
Laughing together, we moved into a group hug and exchanged soft, loving kisses. These weren't what we shared earlier that morning. This was four people showing each other how much they were loved. My heart swelled as I saw how my two young charges had accepted Patty into their midst and were doing their best to help her through her breakup. I could not have been prouder of them.
Johnny and Gina came in as we broke apart. The girls swung into action and began making theirs and my breakfast as I turned the grill on and made Johnny's. It was Wednesday morning, so I knew Johnny, Phil, and Freddy would only eat a light breakfast before they met at the gym. All three may have lost their AFL careers, but they trained as if they were still playing.
Johnny had an offer from The Aspley Hornets to play in the NEAFL for them. He hadn't decided yet but was leaning towards taking them up on their offer. As a tall, big-boned, almost man, his physical development wouldn't end until his mid-twenties at the earliest. Therefore, there was a good chance his best playing days were still ahead of him.
Phil had never wanted to be a professional footballer and was already playing for The Morningside Panthers in the third-tier QAFL. Freddy stopped playing when The Lions hadn't signed him from their rookie list. Phil wanted Freddy to 'come out of retirement' and play for his team, but Freddy still carried the scars from his father's disparaging dismissal of him and his abilities when The Lions hadn't signed him.
I finished cooking Johnny's two rashers of bacon and two eggs on toast 'light breakfast' and took a cup of coffee and a banana and pear smoothie from Charmaine. Repairing to the kitchen table, we laughed and joked as we enjoyed our repast.
After eating, my girls, Johnny and Gina, left to get ready for their days. Gina, Charmaine and Jennifer were off to their uni classes. Johnny would meet his mates at the gym before going into their studio.
That left myself and Patty at home. I looked at the clock and saw I, too, needed to shower and prepare for my day. Patty followed me into the shower, but other than some soft and loving kisses, we didn't do anything sexual. The previous night had been an erotic masterpiece, and even this insatiable slut mommie was satisfied ... for now.
After showering and doing my hair and makeup, I put on my pearl white, sleeveless, draped collar satin top. Below that, I pulled on my black, high-waisted miniskirt. The skirt had a side split held together by decorative gold buttons. It was long enough to be decent for the workplace but short enough to show off my long, toned, tanned thighs and legs. On my feet, I wore a pair of plain black wedge-heeled sandals. I didn't bother with panties or a bra.
Patty sat at my vanity with a towel wrapped casually around her waist. Her small, A-cupped breasts sat perfectly on her slender chest as she watched me dress. "Lunch?" She asked hopefully.
"Sure," I replied. "Well, assuming I don't have a client. But we get so few walk-ins that I'd be surprised if I'm busy."
"I'll bring coffee at about 10:00 am," she offered.
"That'd be good," I agreed. "I'll be bored out of my brain by then."
I walked to our office and followed the usual process of turning on the lights, switching the phones to 'live', unlocking the front door, taking down the sign, and checking for messages. There weren't any except for one from Kristy in my personal inbox. Seeing that it had an attachment, I eagerly opened it. My pussy throbbed in anticipation of something lewd.
I wasn't disappointed. Sean held the phone again as he filmed his thick, 7-inch cock, penetrating our daughter's ass. He had the sound on, so I heard and saw Kristy groan and jump when her father's cock parted her knot. Sean teased her by slowly easing his entire length into her. Before he was halfway in, Kristy was demanding that he "hurry up and fuck her" because she needed to cum. As with the previous clip, Sean must have waited until he was on the cusp of his orgasm before he began recording. Once he'd sunk his whole cock in our daughter's bottom, he smacked her right ass cheek and started pounding her.
Kristy pushed her curvy ass back to meet her father's thrusts. Suddenly, she squealed as an orgasm hit. Simultaneously, I could hear my husband's grunts as his climax approached. "On your knees," Sean demanded as he pulled out of Kristy's ass.
Kristy spun around in time for her father to ejaculate all over her face. She took the phone from her father before turning it so she could show the sperm splashed over her beautiful features. "Love you, Mom," she said happily. "Sean moved into the picture and added, "Love you, babe," to the film's end.
I queued the video again and moved my knees up onto the desk's edge. Sliding forward on my chair, I let my skirt ride up so that I could play with my pussy as I watched. On the second playing, I enjoyed a petite but satisfying orgasm. I wished again that I was in Europe with my husband but accepted that he needed me here more.
I wasn't jealous of my daughter like some would think. Kristy and Sean now had the exact relationship I wanted them to have. My only concern was the one my mother raised with my father and me—Sean would 'fall in love' with our daughter and want her as his full-time. However, our family had discussed that problem together. We agreed that if either thought or became worried that was happening, Kristy would immediately fly home. It helped that I had a similar relationship with Sean's and my son.
I'd played the clip from my browser instead of downloading it. Even so, I cleaned it from my computer's cache. Once I was sure my computer no longer had the video stored on it anywhere, I moved behind the partition and washed my sticky pussy.
The phone rang as I sat back down. Checking the ID, I saw it was Eugenie Matson. Picking the phone up and hoping she was about to cancel our lunch date for tomorrow, I said, "Muggleton Consultancy, Katie Muggleton speaking."
"Morning, my darling slut, Katie," Eugenie said charmingly. "Confirming your attendance at mine tomorrow. Dress sexy, little slut Katie. I expect your outfit to blow minds even before you blow their cocks. See you there at twelve O'clock. Don't be late!" Eugenie hung up before I could respond.
Sighing, I put the phone down and wondered just what trouble I'd gotten myself into this time. 'I'll have to tell Johnny,' I realised. 'She said that I'll be blowing cocks. Shivers! Cocks? What on earth?'
I had no answers, so I opened a web browser and navigated to my Bachelor's course. Bringing up the project, I started gathering the data I'd need to complete it. I was using Word to record everything, and my fingers flew over the board as I remembered all the touch typing training I'd done in high school. The doorbell dinging brought my attention away from the computer. A man stood there with the largest bouquet of roses I'd ever seen. The bouquet didn't move, and I wondered, 'wtf?' Then it lowered, and Freddy's grinning face showed above them.
