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Mr. Wilson's Lessons
by Beating Off Bob (beatingoffbob@yahoo.com)

***

Sixteen year old Cindy has some questions for her 
neighbor, Bob, that he'd like to answer, if only it 
wouldn't end him up in jail. So he takes her home to 
her mom, who decides that She and Bob can demonstrate a 
few things so Cindy will understand. But watching's not 
enough for this hot teen, and she decides to try it out 
for herself. (MFf, ped, 1st, preg)

***

Bob Wilson was lying in a hammock, swinging gently in 
the breeze and watching Cindy mow his lawn. He worked 
out of his house, had few needs and could probably have 
retired if he'd wanted to. Gloria Drasny was his next 
door neighbor and Cindy was her daughter. Bob had known 
her since she was born. He'd been her babysitter when 
she was a toddler, reading her stories and playing 
games with her. 

That was before her father, Gene, had died in an 
aircraft accident, leaving Gloria alone with an 8 year 
old to raise. Bob had sort of taken over the father 
chores in raising Cindy. He'd helped her with her 
science projects, put her bicycle together for her, 
repaired broken dolls and things like that. When she'd 
turned eleven he'd hired her to do his yard work and 
taught her the various skills a jack of all trades home 
handywoman needed to know to get along in the world. 

Bob had never married. He couldn't have told you why, 
except that no woman had ever made him feel the need to 
do that. He'd had his share of relationships and no 
woman had found him wanting in bed. He just hadn't ever 
had his heart stolen.

Cindy was pushing the power mower across his back yard. 
She had on her usual summer outfit - a sleeveless 
button up shirt with the tails tied just above her 
belly button and loose gym shorts. Her dark blond hair 
was in a pony tail that swayed and fluttered as she 
walked and her once-white tennis shoes were now stained 
green. She was sweating and wiped the back of one hand 
across her forehead. 

As he watched her, Bob noticed several things in a row 
and his whole world began to tilt to one side, making 
him feel like he was going to fall out of the hammock.

The first thing he noticed was when she wiped the sweat 
from her brow. Almost immediately he noticed that her 
shirt was sweat soaked and clinging to her torso like a 
second skin. The next thing he noticed was that she 
wasn't wearing a bra... because he could clearly see 
the outlines of her teenaged nipples through the shirt. 
They were puffy cones on top of larger very firm cones. 
They weren't erect, exactly, but they were clearly 
defined. 

For some reason that made Bob look at her legs. The 
knobby knees, scrapes and scabs he expected to see were 
nowhere in sight. Instead he saw long slim well-tanned 
legs that belonged on a woman much older than Cindy's 
sixteen years. She turned the mower and began to walk 
away from him across the yard. His eyes fell to her 
buttocks, high, tight, saucy bouncing globes under the 
slick cloth of her shorts. The right one raised 
slightly and then dropped as the left one took it's 
place. Up and down, back and forth, and suddenly Bob 
realized his mouth was hanging open. 

Where was the little girl he'd almost help raise? This 
creature was almost a woman and was flat ass gorgeous! 
He saw some of Gloria in her now. Gloria was also a 
knockout, though more heavily fleshed, with the rounded 
curves of maturity. She'd been devastated by Gene's 
death and had never even dated after that. Bob had 
lusted after her when Gene was alive, but couldn't 
bring himself to approach her afterward. 

It just hadn't seemed right. They'd been more than 
friends, with his involvement in her daughter's 
upbringing and Gloria had seemed to accept that he 
could provide something she couldn't, but there had 
never been any hanky panky between them. Now their 
relationship was easy and casual, like lifelong friends 
often have.

His eyes went back to Cindy and he realized that his 
penis had filled with blood. He was in good shape and 
rarely wore more than gym shorts, like Cindy had on, 
during the summertime. Those shorts now had an obvious 
tent in the front of them as his cock stiffened. He 
felt a flash of shame, but then rationalized it by 
admitting that Cindy was, in fact, a babe and was, in 
fact, in the blush of womanhood. Genetically she was 
the prime age to attract a mate and her body was 
perfectly capable of bearing children. It was only 
normal to notice that, being a male, and being 
genetically driven to help such a female become 
pregnant. 

That, of course, wouldn't mean anything to Cindy, 
should she become aware of his hard-on. While they had 
talked about a great many things in past years, sex had 
not been one of them. It occurred to him that neither 
Gloria nor he had been much of a role model for 
male/female relationships, and that Cindy probably knew 
only as much as her friends had told her about sex. 

That brought his eyes back to her achingly sexy body 
and his dick only got bigger and harder. The hammock 
was strung between the only two trees in the middle of 
his back yard, about 40 yards from the back deck. If he 
got up everyone in the neighborhood would be able to 
see his erection, Cindy included. So he stayed where he 
was and surreptitiously reached inside his shorts and 
brought the offending organ up to lay flat against his 
abdomen. It still made a lump in his shorts, but it 
wasn't quite as obvious.

All would have been well except for one small thing. 
Cindy just happened to be looking at Bob when he 
reached into his shorts to adjust his boner. At first 
she didn't understand what she was seeing. Why would 
"Uncle" Bob reach into his shorts? He was moving his 
hand around in there. What in the world was he doing? 
Then, the only possible answer flooded her mind and she 
stopped walking for a few seconds. 

Cindy wasn't quite as ignorant as Bob had thought. She 
knew what boys wanted. Some of her friends had given 
the boys what they wanted, and had talked about it 
endlessly afterward. It all sounded painful and icky 
and a lot of trouble over something that was simple and 
fun if you used your own two fingers. She'd stumbled 
onto using her own two fingers one time while she was 
in the bathtub. Her mother had told her to wash 
everything well, and when she'd washed where she peed 
from she noticed now nice it felt. So she washed and 
washed and washed and suddenly she felt all prickly and 
buzzy inside and had wanted to roll up in a tight 
little ball.

Later in bed, in the dark, she'd remembered that 
feeling and had experimented. She found out she could 
get that buzzy feeling in her own bed any time she 
wanted to. Since then she spent a part of each day 
lying on her bed, her coltish legs spread wide, fingers 
busy stroking her labia and punishing her teenaged 
clitty. She'd never felt driven to go out with boys 
like her friends did, but she knew about what hung 
between their legs, and that they usually wanted a girl 
to do something with it. She was a bit vague about 
exactly what they wanted the girls to do, but she 
thought it might be something like what she liked to do 
to herself. 

So when she realized that Bob had been touching his 
penis, she wondered why. Had any other male done that 
in front of her she'd have thought it was horrible, but 
Bob was different. He was her pal, her Uncle, her 
friend. He was the only male who had ever treated her 
like she had a brain and knew how to use it. She 
remembered her dad, and she still missed him sometimes, 
but if Bob had left her life she'd have been 
devastated. So if Bob was touching his penis, then it 
must be for some good reason. 

That led her to think about all of the wondering she'd 
been doing lately about this penis thing. What did they 
look like? Denise had described her boyfriend's, but 
she'd obviously been lying. If any guy had something 
iron hard, seven inches long and as big around as three 
fingers between his legs there was no way it could ever 
be hidden. It would stick out like a sore thumb. But 
Bob had one and maybe he'd let her look at it... just 
so she'd know what one looked like. 

She looked back at him. Hmmmmm. There WAS a sort of 
lump in the front of his shorts. AND, it WAS about 
seven inches long! AND it held the material away from 
him about as much as three of her fingers would! Could 
Denise have been telling the truth?! She had to find 
out. Without thinking a thing about it she shut off the 
mower and went over to sit in a lawn chair next to Bob. 
She was still sweating heavily and she flopped in the 
chair.

"Hey!" she said. 

Bob opened the eye he'd just closed so she'd think he'd 
been napping instead of checking her out. "What's up? 
Too hot? Cop a squat and take a load off." For some 
reason, using the word "squat" to her made Bob's penis 
harden even more. He wanted to put his hands over the 
lump in his shorts, but that would draw her attention 
to it for sure. He began to sweat too.

"Yeah, I'm just taking a break," she said. She pulled 
the wet shirt away from her breasts and flopped it back 
and forth, trying to get some air into it. Bob sighed 
as her perfect teen titties disappeared from view. 
Well, sort of. "Hey Bob?" she said.

"Yeah sweetie?" He closed his eyes again, trying to 
will his penis to wilt.

"I have a question."

Silence. Bob cracked an eye and looked at her. She was 
staring at him intently. "Yeah?" he prompted.

"Well, it's something we've never talked about and... 
um... well, I don't quite know how to ask."

She licked her lips and Bob almost groaned. "Just ask 
sweetie. I can't think of anything we can't talk 
about." He took a sip of his tea.

"OK. Well, it's about your penis." she said as if she 
was talking about a piece of jewelry, or his glasses, 
or something else run-of-the-mill.

Bob choked, coughed and rolled all at the same time and 
ended up on the ground, under the hammock, right at 
Cindy's feet. He looked up at the girl dumbly. "My 
penis?" he said, and then couldn't believe he'd said 
it.

"Yeah. I'd like to see it. I mean I've never seen one 
and I've been wondering about them, and I thought maybe 
it would be OK if I saw yours so I'd know what they 
look like and..." she petered off, eyes downcast.

"Cindy, honey" he started. "What in the world brought 
this on?"

She looked up. "Well, I saw you put your hand in your 
shorts, and that made me think about what you were 
doing and I figured you were touching your penis. And 
I've been thinking about them lately. Denise told me 
about her boyfriend's but I didn't believe her cause I 
didn't think one could be that big. But then I saw the 
lump in your shorts and it was about the same size as 
the one Denise was talking about and I thought maybe 
you'd let me see yours..." She ran out of steam again, 
a little less sure of herself now.

Probably ten scenarios flashed through Bob's mind at 
that instant. He fantasized about standing up, whipping 
it out and what that would lead to - in his fantasy, of 
course. He thought about trying to be clinical about 
it, but that led to the same thing in his fantasy. 

In fact, no matter how he thought about it, in his 
mind's eye he ended up on top of her naked teen form, 
fucking her brains out. Now not only was he hard, but 
he was leaking too. He suddenly realized where he was, 
and that the whole neighborhood could see him. His next 
flash was of the Police, putting him into the back of a 
car. That cooled him off a little. But only a little. 
He had to do the sensible thing - the only thing that 
might salvage the situation. "Is Gloria home?" he said.

"Yeah, I think so," she said in a puzzled voice.

"Come on," he said. He stood up and, realizing that his 
prick was advertising exactly what was on his mind, 
grabbed up another lawn chair. He folded it and held it 
in front of him. Then he grabbed Cindy by the hand and 
marched her over to her house. They went in through the 
back door. Bob had been going and coming from their 
house for years, and he always announced himself the 
same way. "Knock, knock!" he yelled. "Anybody home?"

"In here" came a female voice from deeper in the house. 
He followed the voice, Cindy in tow.

"Bob!" Cindy whispered loudly "Wait... No... Don't tell 
her what I said... Bob! UNCLE BOB!!!" The last was said 
aloud, and just as they entered the family room where 
Gloria was using her Stairmaster. She was dressed in 
spandex shorts, with an oversized T shirt. She had her 
own hair in the same kind of pony tail that Cindy 
favored. 

Gloria punched buttons until the machine slowed down. 
She looked at her neighbor, who was beet red and 
panting like he'd run a marathon. He was sweating 
profusely and holding a lawn chair in front of his 
body. Behind him, and to one side, he was holding her 
daughter's hand. Her daughter wasn't exactly trying to 
pull her hand free, but she was obviously embarrassed 
about something.

"Bob! Cindy! What in the world is going on?" asked 
Gloria.

Bob started to blurt out, "Cindy wants to see my cock!" 
but after the word "Cindy" his brain caught up with his 
emotions and he stopped cold. He couldn't say that. 
Well he couldn't say it that way. While he was trying 
to think of what to say Cindy blurted "Please Uncle 
Bob, don't tell her."

Gloria stopped stepping and the machine let her down to 
the floor. She got off and stood staring at both of 
them, hands on hips. This was getting very, very 
curious. "Does somebody want to tell me what's going on 
here?" she said.

Bob stared at her. Suddenly he saw Cindy as she'd be 
years from now. Fit, trim, firm, beautiful. A real 
woman, and astonishingly beautiful. He gulped as his 
boner twitched in his pants. Oh shit. What was he going 
to do? Gloria kept staring at him. 

"Bob?" she said. Her head swiveled to face her 
daughter. "Cindy? SOMEBODY?" she yelled.

Her yell startled Bob, and he dropped the chair. In an 
instant, the state of his arousal was painfully 
visible. His cock had dropped down from his stomach and 
was sticking almost straight out. It looked like he had 
a broomstick in his pants. Gloria stared directly at 
it. Bob yelped and dropped Cindy's hand. 

Both of his hands flew to cover his hard-on. "SHIT!" he 
yelled. "Shit, shit, SHIT!!"

Gloria realized her mouth was hanging open. She glanced 
at her daughter, who was staring at the front of Bob's 
shorts with a sort of longing look on her face. Gloria 
looked back. She hadn't thought about what was making 
that tent in Bob's shorts for a long time, but it all 
came flooding back. She felt her face begin to flame. 
"Bob... BOB!!" she yelled. 

He looked up at her, abject misery on his face. 

"Bob," she said again. "Sit down." He stared at her. 
"SIT!" she barked. 

He sat - on the couch.  Cindy sat down at the other 
end, not clear at the end, but not next to him either. 
Gloria's eyes narrowed. Obviously Cindy wasn't 
uncomfortable about the fact that her neighbor had what 
looked like the King of erections in his pants. What 
was going on?

"OK Bob. Just breathe for a minute. Something's 
obviously upset you. Take your time and tell me what's 
going on." she said in a calm voice. She hoped it was 
calm anyway. She realized her own heart was beating 
very fast, and it wasn't because of the Stairmaster.

He finally began to breathe more slowly. "OK. Um... 
well... Cindy was mowing the lawn." he started. Then he 
stopped, like that explained something.

"And...?" Gloria said.

"Oh! Yes. Well, um she was sweating a lot, and her 
shirt sort of stuck to her." Gloria looked at Cindy, 
saw the material sticking to her young breasts and 
immediately realized what had happened. 

"And you got an erection," she said simply. His eyes 
opened wide. His mouth opened wide too and then closed. 
Gloria looked at Cindy, who appeared to be stunned with 
amazement.

"That was because of me?" Cindy said in a small voice.

"Um... well, yes, I guess it was," Bob said miserably. 
"But that's not the problem" he followed quickly.

Now Gloria was confused. It showed on her face.

Bob plunged on. "Yeah, well, I had to... adjust it. And 
I guess Cindy saw me, and then she came up to me and 
wanted to know if I'd show it to her and..." He didn't 
know what to say now. "So I brought her home." he 
finished.

Gloria wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She 
looked at Cindy, who was suddenly examining a smudge on 
her leg as if it were the most important thing in the 
world. "Is that true, Cindy?" she said.

Cindy looked up at her and then her gaze flickered 
away. "Yes Mommy. I was curious." Cindy had never lied 
to her mother and wasn't going to start now. She hoped 
that "curious" wouldn't make her punishment too bad. 

Gloria looked back at Bob, who also was having a hard 
time looking at her. She couldn't believe what he'd 
done. Any other man would have used the situation to 
jump her daughter's bones. And he was obviously 
attracted to her too! She looked at her daughter again 
and suddenly saw how much of a woman Cindy was. 

This had been a long time coming, but it was here at 
last. And Gloria wasn't prepared for it. She knew it 
would happen, but had been in denial for... well since 
Gene had died. She looked at Bob again and saw him as a 
man. To her surprise she felt a tingle in her belly and 
the tell tale feeling of moisture gathering in her 
pussy. 

She made her decision then and there. She walked over 
to where Bob was sitting, hands in his lap, took his 
chin in her hand and tilted his head up. Then she 
kissed him on the lips. It was a longer kiss than any 
of them expected. She opened her eyes and saw that his 
were wide. 

"Bob Wilson, you're a good man," she said. Then she 
kissed him again. This time she slipped him just a hint 
of tongue. 

She turned to Cindy. "So, you're curious about the 
birds and the bees" she said.

Cindy blushed but came right back. "Mom! I know about 
all that stuff. I just never saw one before... a penis 
I mean, and when I saw Uncle Bob's making a lump in his 
pants I just wondered what it would look like." She 
decided not to say anything about Denise just yet.

"And you thought Bob might be willing to show it to 
you?" Gloria smiled.

Cindy looked at her feet. "Well... yeah." Her mom 
didn't exactly sound mad. She looked up quickly and saw 
the smile on her mother's face. What?

Gloria turned to Bob. "So. What do you say Bob? You 
gonna let her see it?"

Bob's eyes jerked to her own. "What?"

Gloria reached for his hand. He sat numbly while she 
took both of his hands in hers. "Stand up Bob" she said 
gently. He stood like he was in a dream. The tent in 
his shorts was smaller. He must have shrunk some from 
the embarrassment of things. Gloria had complete 
confidence that she could take care of that problem. 
"Cindy would like to see what a penis looks like, Bob." 
she said patiently. "I'd much rather she see yours than 
some pimply faced boy's."

Bob looked like he might freak out any second. "What?" 
he said again.

Gloria stood on tiptoes and reached up to kiss him on 
the lips again. "Why don't you let me take care of this 
Bob, OK?" Her hands slid up his arms to his shoulders, 
then down his sides and came to a stop at the waist of 
his shorts. She knelt in front of him and grasped the 
waistband firmly. 

She turned her head and looked at her daughter. "Well?" 
she said. "Do you want to see it or not?"

Now Cindy didn't know what to do or say. "Mom?" she 
said hesitantly. She saw her mother frown. She knew 
that was a bad sign and that it would soon lead to a 
lecture, and possibly being grounded. "YES!" she 
blurted out. Then, more softly "If it's OK." She moved 
over beside her mother and she too got to her knees.

Gloria began to pull Bob's shorts down over his hips. 
Very slowly, almost sensually, she moved the fabric. 
His hands came to the front of his shorts, covering 
himself. She stopped, took his hands firmly and placed 
them on his hips. "Just leave them right there, Bob." 
she commanded. "Cindy would like to see your penis." 

Then she pulled his shorts to his ankles.

Both women gasped as his cock caught in the fabric, 
bent downwards and then snapped back upwards when it 
came free. It wasn't completely hard, and it bobbed, 
pointing downward at about a 45 degree angle. Gloria 
noticed with some measure of detachment that he wasn't 
circumcised. It was about six inches long, relatively 
slim - quite normal looking as far as that went. 

It made her mouth water and her pussy wasn't far 
behind. She glanced at Cindy whose eyes were big. Her 
mouth was in an "O" shape. Gloria chuckled at that 
shape, thinking about how that penis might fit the 
shape. She shuddered as she thought about sucking Bob's 
cock. To keep herself under control she began to 
lecture her daughter.

"OK, Cindy, this is the male sex organ. As you can see, 
it's quite large and sticks out from the body. It has 
to be like that if it's going to be used for 
reproduction. Usually it is quite small and soft and 
just hangs between the legs." Her hand came up 
automatically and lifted Bob's semi-erection. "Under 
here are the testes - balls is what most people call 
them. 

"As you probably know, they make the sperm that comes 
out of the penis and is ejaculated into the woman's 
vagina during sex." She swallowed. The word 
"ejaculated" made her pussy pulse. She glanced at 
Cindy, who was nodding her head and saying, "Uh huh."

Gloria realized she had Bob's cock in her hand and 
reflexively she put her fingers all the way around it. 
"As you can also see, Bob's penis isn't completely hard 
right now. If it were really hard, it would probably be 
a little longer and a little bigger around."

"Wow" said Cindy in an awed voice. "What makes it 
hard?"

"Blood" said Gloria and then she realized that wasn't 
what Cindy meant. "It fills up with blood when a man 
wants to have sex" she said. Her hand moved along the 
shaft and she tightened her grip a little, causing the 
foreskin to peel back off the glans. "See that piece of 
skin there? That's called a foreskin. Under it is 
called the Glans. I don't know the proper name for that 
little hole in the tip, but that's where the sperm 
comes out." 

Gloria skinned Bob's foreskin back and forth several 
times. "See how the foreskin bunches up as it comes 
back over the glans? That's what makes it feel really 
nice in a woman's pus... I mean vagina." She noticed 
that Bob's penis had firmed up as she stroked it. Now 
it was standing straight out from his body. "See how 
it's getting harder? It's filling up with blood right 
now and it's almost all the way hard. See how it's 
longer and thicker?" Gloria was examining Bob's cock 
closely now. He had a nice hard-on. She had to stop 
herself from taking it in her mouth.

Cindy's face was only a foot away. "So that means he 
wants to have sex, right?"

"Uh huh," affirmed Gloria as she stroked the hard prick 
in front of her some more. Now it was beginning to 
strain upward. She heard a groan from Bob.

Cindy went on. "So when it was hard before... over in 
his yard... it was because he wanted to have sex?"

"Yes dear" said Gloria. Then it hit her what had been 
said. She started to say something but Cindy went on.

"With me?"

It was quiet. Gloria decided that now was not the time 
for political correctness. "Well, Bob?" she said. 

Bob had been staring at the amazing things going on 
right in front of him. He felt detached from his body, 
like he was watching other people. Part of him had felt 
Gloria's hand on his cock, and he'd heard himself 
groan. But this wasn't real. It couldn't be happening. 

He'd brought this delightfully sexy nymph back to her 
mother so he wouldn't do something he'd regret for the 
rest of his life, and now her mother was almost jerking 
him off! He heard the question and answered it almost 
automatically. "Um, yeah." Almost immediately he 
started to panic. He'd just admitted he wanted to fuck 
Cindy. Right in front of her mother! "I mean..."

Gloria could see what was happening to Bob. She didn't 
want to lose him now. She broke in "What he means, 
dear, is that you are a beautiful young woman, and, as 
a man, he saw that, and his body reacted. Any man would 
want to make love to you if he thought about it. Bob 
was being normal." She stroked Bob's cock several more 
times, to keep his mind off of what she had said. A 
drop of pre-cum oozed from the slit and hung, almost 
falling off.

"Oh! Look dear. See that little drop?" She reached up 
with her other hand, and scooped the drop off onto her 
forefinger. "That's a lubricant that Bob's body makes 
to help his penis go into a woman's vagina. Sometimes 
it's a tight fit and lubrication is needed. Women make 
lubrication too."

"I know" said Cindy "I get all slippery down there 
sometimes." Her mouth snapped shut and she looked at 
her mother fearfully. Should she have said that?

Gloria looked at her daughter through new eyes. Yes, 
she had waited too long to have this conversation. "Me 
too, honey. In fact, I'm all slippery down there right 
now."

"REALLY?!" Cindy squealed. "Me too! And I feel all 
funny in my stomach." She got nervous again. "Is that 
OK?"

Gloria laughed. "Of course it is honey. It just means 
that we want to have sex. That's what our bodies do to 
get ready for something nice and hard to go inside us 
and make a baby."

Cindy had a stunned look on her face when Gloria 
finished. "No way mom! I know what Denise said, but 
there's no way in the world that that (she pointed at 
the bobbing rigid prick in front of her) would fit 
inside either of us. No way mom!"

Bob whined. He had been hard for so long that he was 
beginning to be in pain. His balls were pretty full 
too. And if Gloria wasn't careful she was going to get 
a face full. "Um... Gloria?" he said.

Gloria looked up at him. He was a handsome man, she 
thought. Why hadn't she ever noticed it before? He had 
several looks on his face right now. There was some 
residual embarrassment, quite a bit of tension, and... 
hope? Had she stayed silent Bob would have warned her 
that she needed to stop stroking him. 

But she didn't stay silent. Instead she said, "Bob, 
Cindy says that won't fit in me. Do you think she's 
right Bob? I think we need to show her how it works. 
Could you do that Bob?" While she said that she pulled 
the T shirt over her head. She was naked underneath it. 
Her breasts were heavy and full, but didn't sag too 
much. Her nipples were already engorged and full, fat 
plump little strawberries, begging to be eaten.

"MOM!" Cindy squeaked, as Gloria skinned her spandex 
shorts down, revealing naked rounded hips and a thatch 
of dark blond pussy hair.

"Hush Cindy" said Gloria as she lightly grasped Bob's 
peter and pulled him toward the couch. He was making 
little nonsense sounds. "Just watch."

When she got to the couch she sat on the edge and 
spread her legs, baring her pussy to Bob and her 
daughter. Her fat swollen labia gaped open, greasy with 
her slick juices. "See, Cindy, my pussy - she 
unconsciously switched to sex words - is all slick and 
ready for Bob's cock. He's going to slide it inside me 
now honey. Come over here so you can see." 

Cindy fairly flew around the back of the couch and 
stared down over her mother's head as Gloria began 
pulling Bob's cock closer to her pussy. 

Bob finally realized this was not a dream. There, 
spread in front of him, was the woman of his dreams, 
well, one of the women of his dreams anyway, and she 
was obviously naked and willing. Another of the women 
of his dreams was watching. His cock ached with the 
need to unburden itself. At that thought he croaked 
"Gloria? I don't have anything."

She just looked at him with hot eyes and kept pulling. 
He put his hands on the couch back and bowed his 
middle, dropping his cock to Gloria's willing pussy. 
She notched it and, without further ado, he let it 
slide effortlessly into her slick warm hole. 

"Ahhhhhhhhh," they said in unison. 

It had been years since either of them had had sex. 
Both were primed like gunpowder in a roomful of 
candles. Bob was the first to lose it. 

"Ohhhhhh," he groaned "I can't..." 

Gloria wasn't far behind him. "Ohhhh Bob" she moaned. 
Then her pussy clenched and fluttered as she felt the 
first spurt of his hot semen squirt into her famished 
cunt. "OHHHHHH BOB!" she yelled and her hips thrust up 
at his as he plunged deeply into her and let loose. 

Cindy watched as Mr. Wilson's fleshy log disappeared 
inside her mother's pussy. It made a wet squelch type 
sound as it slid, quite obviously with no problem, into 
what Cindy knew instinctively was a pussy that wasn't 
much bigger than her own. Her own pussy squirted right 
then, making her panties wet and she felt a very nice 
pain in her nipples. Without thinking about it her 
fingers came up and squeezed her nipples while her 
pussy squirted again. This was so hot! 

Then her mother and Bob began to make strange noises 
and they lunged against each other, thrashing around on 
the couch. At first Cindy thought her mother was trying 
to get away from Bob, but then her arms and legs went 
around him, crushing him to her as their thrashing 
began to subside. Finally, Bob pushed himself back. 
Cindy saw his penis slide out, coated with a thick 
white creamy looking substance, and he rolled to one 
side, falling limp on the couch beside her mother. 

Her mother lay back against the couch, her legs still 
open. Cindy looked at her mother's pussy lips and saw a 
thick pool of that white cream begin to spill out. 
Gloria put three fingers of one hand right on top of 
her pussy lips, closing them up. Then she rubbed the 
three fingers back and forth across her pussy and went 
"Mmmmm - that was sooo nice Bob." And, to her 
daughter's astonishment, she then brought the three 
fingers to her mouth, stuck them inside and sucked all 
the cream off of them, smacking her lips. 

Gloria's head rolled to face Bob. "And you taste good 
too!" she said.

"Mom?" Cindy said in a quiet voice.

"Hmmm?" responded her relaxed and satisfied mother.

"Are you on the pill?"

Gloria raised her head and looked at her daughter. "No 
dear."

"But... doesn't that mean you could get...?"

"Pregnant, dear?" her mother said.

"Yes."

"I suppose so dear." The matter-of-fact way she said it 
made Cindy's nipples tingle again.

"Mom?"

"Yes dear?"

"Is Bob going to... do that... with me too?"

"Only if you want him to darling."

"I think I do, mom," she said in a hushed voice.

"But you're not on the pill either, darling," said her 
mother. "Doesn't that... bother you?"

Cindy looked at her mother's sperm-soaked pussy, and 
then at Bob's sperm covered penis. She licked her lips. 
She shook her head fractionally. "No. I don't think it 
does bother me Mommy."

"Then, dear, Bob will have to spend the night. It will 
take him a little while to recuperate" Gloria looked 
over at Bob's penis, which was lying half hard on his 
stomach. It moved as he listened to their conversation. 
"Then again, maybe not. How long has it been, Bob?"

He rolled his head to look at her, still panting. "It's 
been a long, long time, Gloria. I've wanted you for 
years, but it didn't seem right."

She smiled at him. "Well, you won't have to wait so 
long for the next time. I promise you that. I know Gene 
would want me to be happy, and I'm happier right now 
than I've been in a long, long time. Do you think you 
could take care of teaching my daughter about making 
love?"

"I would be most honored to teach her whatever she 
wants to learn," he said, his voice showing how 
surprised and startled he was.

"Well then" the woman said. "I'm going to go get 
cleaned up and then fix us all a snack. I imagine you 
two will be hungry in half an hour or so." With that 
she got up and left.

Cindy looked at the naked man lying on the couch. "What 
do I do now?" she asked.

He stood up and held his arms out to her. She went to 
his embrace and felt completely natural being enfolded 
in his hug. "Let's go up to your room" he said into her 
hair. When they got there he began taking her clothes 
off. After seeing him and her mother she wasn't as 
embarrassed as she thought she would have been. 

The look on his face as her body came into view plainly 
said he thought she was desirable. His cock had grown 
and, though not completely hard, was standing away from 
his body, hanging in a curve downward. Finally she was 
as naked as he was. He stared at her with hot eyes.

"Am I really... beautiful?" she said shyly.

"Sweetheart, you are every man's dream," he said. He 
leaned over to suck one of her cherry red nipples into 
his mouth. She hummed with delight at the sensation and 
felt her pussy squirt again. "That's making my... my 
pussy feel funny," she breathed.

"It's getting wet" he said around her nipple, and then 
changed to the other one. After sucking on it for a 
minute he went on. "You're getting wet so I'll slide 
into you without hurting you."

"Will it really fit?" she still sounded worried.

"Like a glove baby," he assured her.

"Can we try it now?"

He lay her on the bed and fell down beside her. His 
hands went everywhere he could reach, sliding, 
squeezing, rubbing. He slid one hand between her legs 
and she gasped as it glided into her crotch. One fat 
finger diddled its way between her pussy lips and 
dipped into her honey pot.

"Ohhhhhhh," she groaned as her pussy gave up another 
shot of slippery juice. "Is your dick going to feel 
like that?"

"Much better, honey" he breathed into her ear. Her hips 
jumped up at his finger in response. He knew he was 
steel hard again. Gloria had really only whetted his 
appetite. It had been a long time and he had a lot of 
juice in his balls. "I want you to get on top of me 
now, Cindy. That way you can control how deeply I go 
into you. I don't want to hurt you."

She climbed up, straddling him and sat with her pussy 
right on his boner. "Mmmmm," she went as she scraped 
her pussy lips along his rod. He pulled her down and 
made sure he had a nipple in his mouth. She was 
squirming now, in heat, and he knew she was ready. 

"Put it in now baby," he said. He felt her hand contact 
his cock, tentatively at first, then more firmly. She 
moved it and he felt the head sink into wet heat. She 
immediately began trying to squirm her pussy down onto 
it. "Take it easy, honey," he said, moving his hands to 
her hips. "Don't go too fast or it could hurt. We've 
got to get past your cherry first, and that can be 
painful."

She whined, "It already feels so good, Bob. I don't 
want to wait. I want to feel it in me." She wiggled and 
hunched and the resistance he felt disappeared as she 
hissed in pain. He reached up and squeezed her nipples 
hard, pulling them away from her body, trying to make 
that pain more noticeable than what she was feeling in 
her pussy.

But she was determined and she continued to worm her 
way onto his cock. Now the first third of his prick was 
embedded in her teenaged pussy. She gave a shove and 
another third slid in. "OH!" she gasped and stopped. 
Now Bob let the pressure off her nipples and squeezed 
lightly, twisting them in a quarter circle. "OHHHHH!!!" 
she gasped again and sat up. 

Her weight caused her to slide right down onto his 
boner and suddenly he was buried in her belly, his 
pubes meshing with hers. "OHHHHHHHHHH!" she groaned. He 
felt her tense her legs, trying to rise up off of him. 
His hands held her hips firmly. "Just sit there for a 
minute" he said softly. He pulled her face down to his 
and kissed her firmly. She lay on his chest and the 
change in angle lessened the pressure in her pussy. She 
went "MMmmmmmmmm," into his mouth and kissed him back 
fiercely."

Finally she pulled her face away from his. "Mmmmmm Bob, 
it feels much better now" she purred. Then she dragged 
her pussy off of his dick, or about half of it, and 
then slid it back into her depths. "MUCH better now," 
she said. 

Then she began to fuck him. She was a natural, her body 
knowing what it liked without her even having to think 
about it. She sat back up and whined as his dick dug so 
deep he could feel her cervix kiss the tip of his 
dripping cock. She shuddered and rocked her hips toward 
his face, then back, and again and again, more 
violently each time. He dropped one hand toward where 
they were joined and let his thumb slide over her pubes 
and onto her young untried clitty. 

He thrummed it and she shook like she was having a 
seizure. Strange noises came out of her mouth as she 
tried to talk, but couldn't. Her back arched and her 
pussy started quivering as her orgasm thundered through 
her. With his other hand he reached up and squeezed a 
nipple, hard this time. She squealed, raised her pussy 
up almost off his cock and then slammed back down. 
"Awwwwwww," she groaned "MommmmeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEE!" 
she wailed.

Gloria came through the door, still naked, concern on 
her face. Then she saw what was happening and she 
smiled as she saw that her daughter was having a 
massive orgasm, impaled on Bob's prick. She silently 
thanked Bob for having Cindy be on top. His eyes were 
big and he was panting. She knew he was close to 
blowing a very dangerous wad in her daughter's 
unprotected pussy. "Cindy? CINDY!" she said loudly, 
trying to get her daughter's attention. "Cindy, honey, 
you need to get off of Bob now."

"Noooooooooo," complained her teenaged daughter. "It 
feels toooo goood momma." she moaned.

"He's about to shoot, honey," her mother said. "We 
don't want him to shoot in your pussy honey."

"Ohhh momma, he shot off in YOUR pussy," she lunged 
against him again.

"But that's different honey. It's OK if I get pregnant. 
But you don't want to get pregnant do you honey?"

"Ohhh I don't know," cried Cindy as she felt Bob's 
peter poke into her cervix again. "I don't wanna stop, 
momma, it feels too good!" she whined.

"Somebody better do something pretty quick" groaned 
Bob. "I'm about to blow. You better get off Cindy," he 
huffed.

Cindy looked down at her very first lover. She felt his 
prick deep inside her. She remembered the sticky white 
sperm leaking from her mother's pussy. Her maternal 
instincts took over. She leaned over Bob and hissed in 
his face. "Cum in my pussy Uncle Bob. I wanna feel it 
spurting up in my pussy."

Bob groaned again and let loose. His cock swelled and 
belched a thick stream of goo into Cindy's teenaged 
pussy. She slammed down and his prick spurted into her 
womb as she wiggled and squealed, feeling shot after 
shot of that sticky white goop bathing her womb and 
pussy walls. It felt warm. It felt wet. It felt good. 
She didn't care of it made her pregnant with twins. She 
knew in that instant that she'd want to feel this every 
day for the rest of her life.

Gloria looked at her daughter and her own new lover 
with mixed feelings. She'd always liked Bob, but when 
he hadn't approached her in all these years, she'd 
assumed he had other interests. Now that she'd found 
him sexually, it looked like she was going to have to 
share him. But the look on her daughter's face was so 
happy, so fulfilled, she couldn't be stingy. 

It looked like there would be TWO new babies to add to 
her life. She hoped so.

END

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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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