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Jessica's Mom - 2
by Cathy (razzmatazz454@yahoo.com)
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Chapter 2 - The Family Room
"Where are we going?" she asked when we were in the
car. I knew she suspected my motives, but her question
was part of the game.
"We're going back to your house – where I will take you
into the family room, tear your clothes off, and ravage
you thoroughly."
"But it's still pretty early. Jessica won't be in bed
yet." Cathy said.
"Yes she will." I answered. "If you're right and she is
getting off watching us have sex, then she will
scramble to look like she's asleep when she sees us
pulling up in the driveway. She'll want to appear
asleep just so we'll think it's safe to have sex."
Cathy was silent, but she reached over and let her hand
slide across the bulging erection in my khakis. She was
looking at the road and I could sense the wheels
spinning in her head.
"You hope I'm right – don't you?" I asked forthrightly.
She looked at me. This was a crucial moment as she came
to grips, once again, with her own desires. She nodded.
"Yeah. I do," she admitted.
The rest of the drive was quiet as we each let our
minds pour over what we were about to do. For Cathy's
ten year-old daughter to spy on us of her own volition
last night was erotic enough. But to intentionally set
it up so she could watch? Knowing she might?
Consciously hoping that she would? That crossed the
border to downright kinky, and we both knew it.
Cathy's hand continued to idly play with my cock while
I drove, and my hand slid up her nylon covered legs.
She silently spread her legs and hiked up her skirt so
I could rub my hand up the inside of her thigh,
occasionally grazing her moist crotch with my pinky.
When we arrived at her house, I took my time pulling
into the driveway. I even stopped Cathy from getting
out of the car immediately. I pulled her to me and we
kissed. I saw a light go out in a window. Our kiss was
warm and wet and filled with desire and anticipation.
My hand slid up the soft fabric of her dress and I
cupped her breast, feeling the hard, erect nipple
poking through her bra. We remained there for a minute
or so, enjoying the intensity of the moment.
"Are you ready?" I finally asked.
Without answering, Cathy turned and got out of the car.
We walked to the house and entered the front door with
much jangling of keys, to alert anyone still up that we
were home. As soon as I shut the door behind us,
intentionally allowing it to click, she reached up and
pulled me to her. Another passionate kiss Her hand
slid down my side and cupped the front of my pants,
squeezing lustfully. My hands wandered across her fine
ass before reaching behind her neck to pull her harder
against me. There is no adequate description for the
unspoken sexual intensity between us at this moment.
I broke off our kiss and took her silently by the hand,
and lead her toward the family room. Where her daughter
had seen us make love the previous night. Where the
little girl's bedroom door adjoins.
We both anxiously looked around. Jessica was no where
to be found.
"Jessica?" I asked in a normal voice. I flicked the
light switch on.
Cathy walked over to Jessica's door and opened it
quietly. It was dark in her room. A moment later she
turned, shutting the door, but not quite latching it.
"She must have gone to bed early," she said to me – but
it was for Jessica's benefit. "She's asleep already."
Cathy walked back to me, a sneaky conspiratorial grin
on her face.
"Good." I said.
We walked hand in hand to the middle of the room, then
immediately fell into a deep, soulful kiss. The
anticipation had taken its toll, and our hands began
groping each other excitedly, lustfully pulling at each
other's clothes. We were doing it. We were actually
going to make love, hoping her young daughter would
watch. It was so kinky, I just couldn't hold back.
Cathy seemed every bit as nervously excited as I was.
She fumbled with the buttons of my shirt. My hands slid
over her breasts, then down to her beautiful womanly
ass. I caressed and rubbed her beautifully full and
firm bottom with one hand, while the other pulled the
zipper down in back. She loves having her bottom
rubbed. It's almost like an "on" switch for her, I
swear. I slowly lifted the hem of her short dress in
back, to slide my hand across her pantyhose-clad buns.
It was hard not to stare at Jessica's door, but I know
we were both trying to keep tabs with our peripheral
vision.
Then it happened. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a
thin dark crack appear between the door and the door
jam. It was only about an inch wide.
Cathy pushed my open shirt over my shoulders and down
my arms, dropping it to the carpeted floor. I lifted
her dress up over her hips, massaging her beautiful
buttocks and she raised her arms so I could pull the
dress off over her head. I smiled with great
satisfaction, knowing that sweet little Jessica was
watching me undress her mother. Of all the kinky
fantasy sex we've engaged in, this was by far the most
thrilling thing we'd ever done.
Once free of her dress, Cathy pushed herself against me
and began passionately kissing my lips. Our mouths
pressed hard together as I unhooked her bra. I then
nuzzled her neck, and whispered softly into her ear,
"Your daughter's watching us, Honey. You know that,
don't you?"
Cathy tensed slightly with those words and backed away
just a little. She looked at me through a moment of
hesitation, biting her lower lip, lust smoldering in
her eyes, holding her loosely hanging bra to her chest
with one hand.
I thought for a moment that she might be on the verge
of backing down from what we were doing. But instead,
she took a deep breath and smiled, shaking her long
hair out with a flick of her head. "I know," she
whispered very very quietly. The bra fell to the
ground. "I know she is."
Our eyes locked in full understanding of what we were
doing. My hands rose to her naked breasts. She closed
her eyes and stood motionless, letting me fondle them
as I pleased. It was so naughtily erotic to cradle and
massage those lovely tits so openly. So brazenly.
Feeling my hands upon her bare flesh, knowing her
little girl was seeing it all. She sighed deeply as I
caressed them and rubbed her erect nipple with my
thumb. I know she was as hyper-aware as I was, of the
youthful eyes watching my hands upon her.
Then I felt her hand move to the front of my pants,
cupping my penis with her palm. It throbbed in full
erection as she rubbed up and down. Then she squeezed
it through my khakis and whispered almost silently,
"This…." Her grasp tightened on my cock, outlining its
shape beneath the fabric. "This is what she really
wants to see."
"Then let her see it," I quietly ordered, trying not to
move my lips as I spoke. "Go ahead, Honey. Give her
what she wants. Do it. Show my cock to Jessica."
Cathy bit her lower lip and I could have sworn I heard
her say "thank you" under her breath as she sank to her
knees. I might have been mistaken, but I kid you not. I
could have sworn that's what she said.
Kneeling before me, clad only in sheer pantyhose, Cathy
pressed her cheek against my tented crotch, and began
nuzzling her face against my rock-hard bulge, just like
a kitten rubs your ankle. She pulled her long hair back
over her ear and I could tell she was angling our
position to give Jessica the best possible view of what
she was doing. We stood at a perfect 90 degrees to the
cracked doorway. She would be watching directly from
the side. There would be no obstruction to her view.
Cathy kissed the front of my pants, then stroked the
bulge up and down with her hand, framing its shape with
her grip, and kissed it again. Then she looked up at me
and said out loud, loud enough for her daughter to
hear, "I love you, Tom," as she slowly pulled my zipper
down.
I looked down at her, at the sexy, pouty little girl
expression on her face as she reached inside to fish my
cock out of my pants. After a little maneuvering, she
pulled it free and into the open. And right into her
ten year-old daughter's direct line of sight.
My cock was now fully erect and jutting out from my
zipper in the open air as Cathy knelt before me. My
heart was pounding. She began stroking it with her
fingertips.
She gazed at my exposed erection for a long moment,
then leaned forward to give its tip a soft, loving
kiss. Then another. Then another. Then a small lick. I
could feel the Viagra working on my erection as well,
amplifying its pulsing rigidity to the ultra-stiff,
bone-hard state it is famous for, standing nearly
strait into the air, proudly towering from my zipper
for our youthful audience to feast her eyes upon.
Cathy unfastened my belt, unsnapped me, and lowered
both my pants and boxers down my thighs. I lifted my
feet in succession as she pulled my trouser legs over
my ankles and tossed them onto a chair. I glanced at
Jessica's door for a second, and glimpsed a faint
outline of the little girl standing there watching. I
wondered what she must be thinking, a ten year-old girl
seeing a full-grown man naked and aroused, probably for
the first time in her life. And what's more, to see her
own mother kissing it! My cock throbbed in the open
air, knowing little Jessica was probably wondering at
that moment what it must be like to kiss a penis like
that, possibly even imagining kissing it herself.
Cathy pulled my socks off my feet in turn. Her demeanor
seemed almost geisha-like. Very quiet and solemn. Then
she rose up on her knees and grasped my shaft once
again and tilted it downwards, jacking it slowly in her
fist. Then I heard her mutter "Jessica…" under her
breath before leaning forward to take my cock into her
warm, moist mouth.
Cathy is an awesome lover in every way, no doubt. Great
in every position we've tried. But her skill at oral
sex is quite simply without parallel in my experience.
She is absolutely fantastic at it. And it didn't take
me long into our relationship to realize that a blowjob
from her is heads and tails above all others, for the
simple reason that she truly loves doing it.
She is not faking this. She genuinely loves sucking
cock, from the very marrow of her bones. And I remember
the first time she serviced me orally, and the
satisfied grin I had after she'd gone home. And I
remember going straight to my computer, and sitting
there in my bathrobe, writing friendly emails to the
other women I had been seeing recently, telling them
each how I had met someone really special, and wouldn't
be seeing them any more, at least not for a while,
until I see how it works out.
And in the half-year Cathy and I have been together,
her enthusiasm for oral sex has not diminished in the
least. It's also pretty clear that her affection for
sucking cock goes way back. All the way to her early
experiences as a child –a little girl, only eight years
old, letting a man put the head of his cock into her
small mouth so she could suckle the tip. She sometimes
spends minutes just quietly nursing on my tip while we
lie in bed, and she's told me that when she does this
it always brings back those memories.
This night, however, she wasn't just quietly suckling
the tip. She began pumping her head back and forth,
giving my shaft a most sensual and spirited
cocksucking. She took it deep into her mouth, pressing
her tongue against it, then sliding her lips up and
down its entire length.
It wasn't just for me though. I knew it. It was for
Jessica. Cathy was putting on a show for her daughter.
A demonstration, you might even say. And it felt
spectacular.
Her mouth slid slowly up and down the shaft of my hard
cock, coating it with her saliva – savoring every inch.
She then held my cock upward, and licked slowly and
lustfully from base to glistening head with the tip of
her tongue. I know she wanted Jessica to feast on the
sight of my cock – to see how big it was. How hard it
was. How delicious it was to lick and take into your
mouth.
"Mmmm. You really enjoy my cock, don't you?" I asked
out loud. This was not an unusual question for our
lovemaking. We are often quite vocal during sex, which
heightens the experience for both of us. But I found it
stupendously erotic to ask that obscene question loud
enough for Jessica to overhear. I wanted Jessica to
hear her answer, as well.
Cathy moaned "Mm-hm."
I could tell as committed as she was to letting her
daughter see her having sex with me, she was still
feeling a tad awkward about saying this out loud. So, I
pressed her to respond.
"Tell me, Cathy. Tell me how you feel about my cock," I
urged. We both knew I meant, 'Tell Jessica'.
She pulled off of it, and continued sliding her hand up
and down its slippery length. "I love it," she said
softly, but not really loud enough for young Jessica to
hear very well. "I love your cock."
"Tell me how it feels in your mouth, Sweetheart. Tell
me." I insisted softly.
Cathy became suddenly bolder, as though she'd crossed a
mental obstacle and realized she truly wanted her
daughter to see her like this. She wanted Jessica to
know the truth about her, that her mother is a woman
with who revels in open, passionate, adventurous
sexuality. Eagerly. Without shame. Without hiding.
"It feels so wonderful in my mouth!" she now said in
earnest. "I love having your cock in my mouth. I love
sucking your beautiful cock!"
There was no doubt that Jessica would have been able
hear her mother's lust filled words that time. But I
could hardly believe what she said next.
"Please let me suck it some more. Please, Tom? Please?"
Holy shit. She was actually begging for it.
"Please let me suck on it," she cooed, almost whining.
"I want to suck it. Please?" Kneeling before me. Her
daughter watching. Begging permission to suck my cock
like a nymphomaniac in heat. That was more that I ever
would have expected.
"Then go ahead, Babe. Suck on it for me! Show me how
much you love it!" I commanded.
Cathy eagerly enveloped my cock with her mouth. I
reached down, lightly pulling her head towards me.
Again, we both knew what I really meant was 'Show
Jessica'.
"That's it! Ohhhhhhhhh yeah. Suck me, Cathy!" I
groaned. "It feels so good. I love you so much!"
Knowing that Jessica was watching had fanned the flames
of Cathy's lust to such extent, I have never felt a
woman suck so hard and stroke me so eagerly in my life.
I bucked my hips forward, and began fucking her mouth
in time.
"That's a good girl. Suck my cock, just like that." I
moaned as I thrust forward and pulled her face against
it. "I love you so much. I love… how you suck me!" She
moaned deeply and dropped her hands to the backs of my
thighs, pulling me toward her, and pressed her mouth
forward even more. I felt my cock slide deeper for a
moment, to the very back of her throat. Her lips
wrapped around the very base of my cock, her nose
nuzzled my pubic hair for one brief second, then she
slid back with tightly closed, watering eyes, and
continued her sensual bobbing motion over its length.
It wasn't just her neck that she bobbed with, either.
Her entire body moved in a sensuous spinal wave as her
hips ground the in rhythm to the back and forth motion
of her head, almost like a pelvic dance. I gripped the
sides of her head tightly, taking a handful of hair in
each fist, muttering "I love you so much. My cock loves
your mouth! So much!"
I glanced towards the door and could see the outline of
Jessica's small form in the shadows. The door was open
just a bit wider. Was it just my imagination or did I
see her shadowy figure moving? Was she rubbing her own
little pussy while watching me pump my cock into her
mother's mouth? I seriously hoped she was.
I wanted to lock my gaze upon that doorway, to stare
openly at the little girl, to see what she was doing. I
fought an intense urge to make unbroken eye contact
with her, to let her know I saw her watching, and liked
it; and show her graphically that her mom was my happy
slut-toy to use in any way I wish; to say to her with
clear actions 'See Jessica? See how I fuck your
mother's mouth? See how much she loves it?' I had a
powerful impulse to reach out to little Jessica, to
beckon to her, to see if she would come out of her room
to kneel beside her mother.
But I didn't fix my gaze. I didn't beckon to her.
Instead, I quickly looked away, not wanting the child
to know that I saw her, not wanting to scare her off.
The excitement of the moment had me very close to
cumming, and I wasn't ready for that yet. I wanted to
make this last, to take full advantage of this kinky
opportunity. There was much more I wanted to show
Jessica. So much more.
"Honey," I said. "Stop for a second." I held the sides
of Cathy's head in my palms, halting her motion, and
slowly slid my engorged cock from between her lips.
She looked up at me, panting. Her eyes were glazed, and
burned with a consuming lust. Her hands rubbed the
backs of my legs as she knelt before me, eagerly
waiting to see if I was going to put it back in her
mouth, or had something else in mind.
My cock throbbed powerfully, bobbing in the cool, open
air. I could practically feel the little girl's eyes
locked excitedly upon the full length of my moist,
throbbing erection. I had to concentrate hard to
squelch my impending orgasm, barely holding it back.
The certainty that Jessica was devouring it with her
eyes in childish fascination almost made me lose
control and cum by accident. Right on Cathy's face. It
was that close.
This was far and away the sexiest situation I had ever
found myself in, and I knew I didn't want it to be over
so soon. I also knew that if I didn't give my cock a
rest, a chance to 'reset' so to speak, that it would
all be over very quickly. I had an idea.
"Come here, baby. Come with me," I said, reaching down
and pulling Cathy to her feet. She rose with complete
compliance, though a bit unsteadily. I led her to an
easy chair that more or less faced Jessica's room.
"Sit down here, Sweetie," I told her softly. I realized
that I was talking to Cathy like she was the little
girl. In some strange sense she was Jessica to me at
that moment. I was making love to Cathy as thought she
was the young girl. Cathy seemed to understand this and
totally went along with it, following my directions
with utter willingness and childlike cooperation.
I had Cathy sit back in the lazy-boy. I slid my hands
up her legs and over her hips, and hooked my fingers
into the waistband of her pantyhose. She lifted her ass
off the seat so I could pull them down and off her
legs. She never wears panties with pantyhose, so with
this action, we were now both totally naked in the
brightly lit family room.
I spread her legs slowly apart. It was so kinky for
Jessica to see my cock. But there was a whole other
layer of eroticism here. Her Mother. I wanted Jessica
to have a good look at her mother's wet pussy. I wanted
her to see it while I touched it; while I licked it.
I positioned Cathy slightly sideways in the chair, so
my head wouldn't be in the way, and gently shifted her
far leg out, almost over my shoulder. Cathy shifted her
weight slightly to one hip, turning her pelvis up in
the seat, obviously with the same exhibitionistic idea,
but trying not to let it look too intentional. I had to
smile. I wasn't lying when I said I loved her. Her sexy
sexy desires and mine just clicked and meshed with
almost eerie synchronicity. It was almost scary.
I knelt a little to the side. Jessica should now have
a very detailed view from her vantage point. I smiled.
She would be able to watch my every move.
I let my fingers slide slowly up and down Cathy's
exposed pussy lips. It was dripping wet and her juices
made the entire cunt glisten. I let my fingers spread
her labia apart, revealing her excited clit. The tip of
my finger moved lightly back and forth over it.
"Oh Cathy, you're sooooo wet." I said. "You must really
like this. Do you?"
"Yes," she answered with a sensuous moan. For an
instant it seemed we both meant doing this under the
watchful eye of her young daughter. And perhaps we did.
But saying that out loud would give away that we knew
she was there, so I clarified the ambiguity for little
Jessica's sake.
"You like it when I play with your pussy?" I asked.
"Yes. It feels so good." She mewed. "Please. Play with
my pussy. Please. I like it so much when you touch me
there." Her voice had an erotic sing song lilt to it. A
little girl's inflection. I had to smile.
My finger kept sliding up and down the length of her
slit. "What do you want me to do, Cathy? Tell me what
would make you feel good. I'll do anything you want."
"I want you to lick it!" she blurted out, almost like a
bratty child. "Lick it! Make it feel nice."
"Mmmm… That's a very good idea." I leaned over and
smelled the unmistakable scent of sex. My finger was
absolutely dripping with Cathy's juices and I knew that
I would be literally drinking her in. I turned my head
slightly and tried to make sure Jessica could see my
tongue as it connected. I started at the bottom of
Cathy's cunt and slowly worked my tongue upward. As I
anticipated, my tongue was coated with her pussy juice.
I continued to move upward until my tongue moved
lightly over the clit.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah," Cathy groaned with a shudder. She
reached down and pulled my face harder against her as I
placed the tip of my tongue against her clit and
flicked quickly back and forth. At the same time, my
finger penetrated her vagina and pressed upwards
against the roof. The soft flesh was contracting, which
meant that she was already nearing orgasm. Good lord,
that was fast. She must be amazingly turned on by all
this.
"Oh yeah. Don't stop... It feels so good. Lick me,
Tom!"
With my face pressed hard against Cathy's cunt, I was
in no position to speak, so I just moaned loudly in
agreement – letting the subtle vibrations of my
rumbling voice further stimulate her clitoris.
"Oh god! Ohhhhhhh suck it! It feels so good!" Cathy
moaned. Despite the committed business of my mouth, I
couldn't help but smile for a sec. She was vocalizing
her erotic encouragements for her daughter to overhear,
just like I had.
My finger began stroking hard and fast as I pressed
upward against her sweet spot. From her overall state
of arousal, I knew this would bring her off quickly.
Her juices continued to flow and coated my face,
smearing over my chin. I didn't care. I relished it. I
wanted more. I flicked my tongue across her clit as my
finger fucked her pussy with long steady strokes.
I felt Cathy tense and I knew she was starting to cum.
That had to be a world record, it was so quick. Like a
hair trigger, firing off with just the slightest
genital stimulation.
She squealed with pleasure as her orgasm hit full
blast. Her back arched and her body rocked as she
ground her cunt against my mouth.
"Yes! OH FUCK!"
She yelled this out so loud Jessica would have easily
heard, even had the door been closed and she lay safely
in bed. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her
body. I moaned loudly into her crotch and continued to
press my fingers and tongue tightly against her.
I have experienced Cathy's orgasms many times – but
this was especially powerful. I knew she was thinking
about her young daughter watching; her sweet Jessica,
witnessing her mother writhe in pleasure like a wanton
slut, my mouth latched onto her soggy cunt. She rode
the climax for what seemed at least a minutes. I had to
angle my face upward a bit to breath through my nose.
By the time I felt her orgasm begin to subside, I was
going crazy with lust. Her tense muscles finally
slackened, and she relaxed back into the chair, a thin
glisten of sweat on her naked body.
"Did you like that?" I asked.
"Oh yeeeaaah," she said hoarsely.
"Oh, you like having your pussy licked, don't you
Sweetie?" I added for Jessica's benefit.
"Yes. So much. Oral sex is the BEST!" She squirmed a
little, a happy smile on her lips and voice.
"That's a good girl."
I rose up and kissed Cathy full on the mouth. She
groaned with pleasure, tasting her own juices. This
always turned us both on and I hoped it would excite
Jessica as well. Cathy let her tongue lap across my
cheeks and chin, openly licking her own cream from my
face.
I rose to my feet before her, my cock rock hard and
towering up in front of me. I turned slightly so
Jessica could get a good look at it from her doorway;
letting her admire it, hoping she was thoroughly
titillated by the sight. I took it into my hand and
lightly stroked it a couple times, looking down at the
sexy, naked reclining mother; then released it so
Jessica could see its full length once again. It felt
great knowing that the young girl saw me do that.
I stood above the girl's mother, my stiff penis jutting
proudly in the air. "Do you want me to fuck you now?"
"Yes," Cathy whined, looking up at me. Her lower lip
stuck out in a child's pout. "You can fuck me." I
almost thought she was going to call me 'Mister', like
she sometimes does, but she didn't. "You can put it
inside me. I want you to." Her eyes dropped to my
engorged cock, and she began exaggeratedly licking her
lips as her hand moved to cup her own pussy. She was
the perfect picture of lustful horniness. God, I love
her so much.
I slowly knelt back down between Cathy's spread legs,
and ran one hand over her beautiful ass, encouraging
her to tilt her pelvis up just a little more toward
Jessica's room. It was a bit of an awkward position,
but I felt so carried away by what we were doing, I
wanted Jessica to see everything.
The very idea of it was so kinky, so exciting. As
turned on as I was, knowing the sweet little girl was
looking at my man-sized, raging hard-on; a huge part of
the thrill was also knowing that she was watching her
own mother doing all these things. And more than
anything else, right then, I wanted Jessica to see her
mom being fucked. And I don't mean just to see her
mother and me lying together and moving; I mean I
wanted there to be zero question in her young mind
exactly what was happening: I wanted her utterly aware
of my rigid cock shoved deep inside her mother's body.
I wanted her to see it with her own eyes.
I smiled. The way Cathy lay turned sideways on her hip,
one leg hitched up, little Jessica's view of the action
would be pornographically explicit.
It also crossed my mind that the position was so
unusual in the way it gave a frontal view of her
reclining mom, that it would be totally obvious to any
casual observer that we were exposing ourselves like
this intentionally.
Could the young and inexperienced girl tell that our
position was so purposely posed for her benefit? That
it was for her viewing pleasure? At that moment, I
didn't really care. In fact, I found myself sort of
hoping that she DID guess that we knew she was there,
and were 'letting' her watch. Giving her a show. 'Watch
this, Jessica,' I thought. 'Watch what happens next.'
I moved forward on my knees, sliding the head of my
cock down through the folds of Cathy's sweet cunt. As
the head passed across her clit, Cathy shook once more
with pleasure.
"Here you go, baby. Are you ready to feel my cock
inside you?" I asked, once again making sure my voice
would carry just enough for the sweet child to hear my
words.
"Yes! Put it in!" she whined, matching my volume, and
rising up just a little higher; turning a tad more
toward the door in excitement. She wanted exactly the
same thing I did. She wanted Jessica to see it enter
her.
"Let me show you I love you," I said. "Let me show you
how much I love you." I kept the head of my cock right
at the entrance.
Cathy responded. "Show me. Fuck me! Do it to me,
Honey!" her voice growing louder and louder, more and
more reckless and insistent.
"Do you love me?" I asked.
"Yes. Oh yes. I love you!" she groaned, reaching up and
grabbing my hips. She began to pull me into her.
"Please, Tom. FUCK ME!"
"Good girl! That's a good girl!" I moaned as I let my
rigid shaft slowly penetrate her hot, wet pussy. "Here
it comes, Sweetie!" I pushed forward. It slid in
easily.
Cathy reached around and grabbed my ass, pulling me
tight against her; pulling me deeply into her cunt,
until I was fully buried. We both exhaled with
pleasure.
"Ohhhhhhh yeah." I groaned as I backed a bit to pull my
cock slowly out, then thrust back in. I felt my cock's
head angled upward, pushing against the roof of her
vagina as it slid into that warm tunnel.
I pulled out again, as far as I dared, until the
flanged head peeked out between her clinging inner
lips, and slowly pressed forward again, aiming my head
specifically to rub across her sweet spot, which lay
about two inches in. I gave three or four shallow
strokes across that magic spot, and Cathy cried out,
her body tensing dramatically. Bullseye.
I looked down at my stiff rod sticking in Cathy's hole,
watching it move in and out. The fleshy, pink wings of
her inner folds clung to its shaft; pulling outward,
peeking into view on each backstroke. I reflected on
how the sweet child's eyes were certainly riveted there
at this very moment.
'This is "fucking", Jessica,' I thought, as if in
mental conversation with the child. 'Look. See? This is
what fucking is. See where my cock is? It's in your
mother's pussy. Do you like seeing me fuck your mom? Do
you like seeing my cock pushing up inside her? Are you
wondering what it feels like? You are, aren't you? Oh
yeah. You have a pussy too, don't you, Jessica? Just
like your mother does. Are you touching yourself right
now? Are you touching your little pussy while you watch
me fuck your mom? Is your finger up inside? In
imitation? Are you pretending it's a cock inside you,
imagining what it would feel like?'
"OH GOD!!" Cathy called out, and sort of lurched toward
me, and pulled me deep inside once again, trembling
with excitement. With this adjustment, she was no
longer lying quite as sideways, so I knew Jessica could
no longer see my cock actually embedded in her mother.
But I felt deep satisfaction, savoring the knowledge
that the image was burnt inexorably into the child's
sweet little mind. She would have that image with her
at Sunday school. She would have it on the playground
during recess.
She would have that image with her whenever she flirts
with boys, and starts dating, and when she loses her
own virginity. For the rest of her life she will
remember my cock, and sometimes think about it as she
fucks men in the decades to come. Every cock that
enters her, she will unconsciously compare to mine, and
judge in reference to mine. The length… the size and
shape of the head… the slight upward bend when hard…
all these were how a cock is 'supposed' to be. As first
one
she saw, my cock will always be the 'perfect' cock for
her. The gold standard.
I proceeded to fuck Cathy with long, slow strokes; a
smile upon my lips.
It felt so damn sexy, knowing little Jessica was
watching. I tensed my stomach and chest muscles for
her, wanting her to lust after my body. There had been
any number of times when sweet Jessica had asked me to
'make a muscle' for her, and I had complied, flexing my
bicep. And I remember how cute she was-- and how good
it was for my ego-- that she got all animated watching
my shirtless morning pushups and crunches, wanting to
participate by counting them for me and doing some
herself.
And I remember how soft her hands were when she ran
them over my hard flexed arms afterwards, feeling my
muscles, and giggling in obvious admiration. And how
much she enjoyed getting me to show how strong I was by
lifting her up into the air.
Well, how do you like my muscles now, Jessica? How do
you like my big cock? How do you like seeing it shoved
deep inside your horny mother? You like it a lot, don't
you? Yes. You like it a lot. I know you do.
I grasped the backs of Cathy's thighs and started
thrusting in and out forcefully. I looked upon the
woman I loved lying back in the chair, being slammed to
the hilt.
Cathy began running her hands excitedly up and down her
naked body; sliding them up, across her bare skin,
lustfully grasping at and kneading her own breasts,
pinching the nipples. Then she slid her hands down her
naked stomach to the lovely patch of hair between her
legs; then back up to her breasts and back down to her
spread thighs; writhing and rubbing herself up and down
in uncontrolled frenzy while I fucked her.
Somehow I knew what was going through her mind. She was
feeling her own naked flesh in imitation of what she
must imagine young Jessica to be doing at the doorway.
She was trying to experience what her daughter would be
feeling, while watching her. She was projecting herself
into her daughter's viewpoint, trying to empathize with
the excitement she must feel from seeing all this. She
was lustfully rubbing her hands all over herself in
demonstration of what to do; what to do with all the
sexy sexy fellings. Touch yourself, Honey. Touch
yourself all over.
Her hands slid down to her cock-stuffed pussy and she
began to frig her clit wildly; thrashing and grinding
on her back; calling out, "Oh god. Oh god!"; thinking,
'Do this, Baby. Rub yourself like this'.
Cathy began to quiver and tremble, feeling the blissful
release of being truly, fully, and utterly exposed to
her young daughter. For nearly two years after her
divorce she had labored diligently to conceal her
active sex life from her sweet angel, never letting any
man show physical affection of any kind in front of
her, thinking she needed to be a good, upstanding
example. And she's told me how dishonest she felt, how
bottled up, keeping it all secret, living this dual
life split between passion and propriety. She loved
Jessica more than life itself, and desperately hated
the feeling of subterfuge and hiding and sneaking
around and locked doors and late night visits after
Jessica had gone to bed.
She loved sex so much! But hated the pang of guilt from
keeping it secret from her daughter, as though there
must be something wrong with it, if she had to keep it
hidden from the person she loved most in the world.
I gazed down on Cathy. She had an expression of intense
liberation, of utter joy on her face, a look of
profound happiness and release, feeling my cock ramming
up inside her; knowing her daughter was watching her
fuck. Barriers, boundaries, the need for lies broken
down, shattered. The subterfuge at an end, as young
Jessica observed the open truth about her mother. She
loved sex. She adored it. She LOVED it! It was a secret
no more.
Sex is not bad, it's good. Sex is good. Sex is good.
Sex is wonderful. Sex is glorious. She felt closer to
her daughter now than she had in years, reveling in the
knowledge that the truth of her life was hidden no
more. At long last. Freedom. Honesty. The veil of lies
between them shed away like her clothes fallen to the
floor.
"Fuck me, Tom. Oh YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!!!" she cried
out, unashamed. No secrets. At last. No secrets from
her sweet sweet baby, her reason for living.
Her hands pushed down further between her legs, so my
rigid shaft slid wetly between them. She felt my cock
moving inside her from both inside and out. She pressed
my pistoning cock between her hands, feeling the slick
warm viscous juices of our sex smearing onto them with
each stroke. Her body lurched. Her head snapped back.
She raised one hand to her mouth and began licking;
sucking drunkenly at her own taste, wiped off my
plunging cock.
She lurched again with a loud gasp and raised the other
hand to her mouth as well; wildly lapping her slippery
fluids off both hands now; trembling and panting in
orgasmic frenzy.
I felt her wet cunt gripping me tightly as the muscles
contracted, and felt my own orgasm welling up in my
balls, triggered by the erotic sight of her licking at
her own juices, swimming in sex with all her senses,
wallowing in sensuous uninhibited acceptance of
absolute carnal lust. And willingly-- eagerly-- doing
it all under the impressionable gaze of her darling
daughter. It was beyond anything I had ever hoped to
witness.
It was only a matter of seconds before I would
ejaculate. I thrust my cock hard and fast into Cathy's
pussy. "You feel so good! You love me so good!" I
grunted. "I'm cumming!"
"Yes! Yes!" she cried out.
I love letting loose deep inside Cathy, but felt a
powerful lust for Jessica to see it happen. I wanted
the little girl to see my orgasm. Oh yes. I wanted her
to see it. I thrust my cock one last time, feeling it
tingle and throb. It was beginning.
I pulled out of Cathy and scrambled quickly up over her
on the chair. She reached out to me, craned her neck
forward and excitedly opened her mouth for my stiff,
wet, about to fire, cock.
Oh my god. Her mouth. What a beautiful target. But I
felt the semen surging up within me and knew I would
never make it all the way up to her mouth. So I settled
onto her upper stomach, straddling her body, getting
quickly into position. Her naked chest would have to
do.
When she saw that I was only climbing up high enough to
cum on her body, she dropped her head back with a
knowing grin, and immediately grabbed my shaft to pump
me slippery between both hands. She realized what I had
in mind. She welcomed the idea.
"Cum for me!" she called out. "Let me see it!" I knew
she meant, 'let Jessica see it'. My pulsing cock
towered over her. It felt enormous in the little girl's
eyes.
"Ohhhhhhhh FUCK!" I groaned as the climax hit. A thick
white jet of cum shot out across Cathy's chest, up to
her collar bone. She turned quickly in the chair so the
second squirt landed right across her swollen tit, and
over her erect nipple. The third and fourth shots
didn't shoot out as far, but landed as blobs clinging
to the underside of her breast and down her ribs.
I felt very powerful, at that moment; looking down on
Cathy with my semen freshly splattered across her naked
chest. I felt like a tomcat marking my territory. My
long and mighty penis throbbing in her grasp; my heart
beating like a drum.
I smiled with a deep satisfaction, glancing for an
instant to see that the door was still cracked. It was.
I saw Cathy's eyes glance as well. We both knew she was
still watching. I wondered if young Jessica understood
what had just happened, or if she perhaps thought I had
just peed on her mom.
Cathy pulled me up slightly higher, and began putting
on quite a show of rubbing the tip of my cock against
her moist boob and nipple, smearing my cum around with
it. I watched her do this for a short while, then
climbed up even higher, presenting it to her lovely
lips.
She accepted my still-pulsing cock eagerly, and began
sucking; her firm grip and suction milking the last
drops of cum from my balls. I could feel the suction,
the pulling, the milking, while my orgasm slowly ebbed.
It felt fantastic. I petted her hair, muttering,
"That's right, Baby. Suck it out. Mmmmm. Suck all the
cum out, Baby."
When she seemed satisfied that no more would come out,
she slipped her lips off it and looked down at her cum-
splattered chest. A strange smile crossed her lips.
She let go with one hand and scooped a big white glob
onto her finger, then raised the finger to the tip of
my cock and carefully wiped the glob onto my flared
head. She then took my cock back into her mouth, with a
loud, languorous moan of pleasure.
When that glob had been thoroughly sucked clean, she
looked down for another, gathered more on her finger,
applied it lovingly to my head, then sucked it clean
again. I'd never seen a woman do that before. What a
thing to let her daughter see! Oh god, I love her so
much!
Then, after these second and third helpings of semen
were gone, she slipped her lips off it, and began
slowly licking at the fresh pussy taste coating my
shaft. She loves doing that. The way she does it
reminds me of a cat bathing her kittens.
I've never met a woman who enjoys the taste of her own
pussy as much as Cathy does. She loves kissing after
cunnilingus, often likes to suck me after fucking, and
even gets very turned on showing me how she licks her
fingers while she plays with herself. It's one of her
more endearing, kinkier quirks.
I looked down at her as she licked at the slippery
juice on my still hard shaft, and remembered several
conversations we'd had on the subject. When I'd asked
her if maybe she wasn't a closet lesbian, given her
fondness for the taste of her own pussy, she told me
that she had indeed fooled around with her younger
sister a bit when they were kids, and had had two
lesbian affairs in college. She also told me of a
single ménage e' tois she'd had with her sister and
brother in law in her early twenties.
But, despite these forays into bisexuality, she
ultimately decided she enjoyed "doing her thing" too
much to be a lesbian. She decided she was meant for
men, because women just don't have cocks to suck on.
Continued in part 3...
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison.
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